The mirror


I wake up one day and see a mirror
Did someone place it here?

I look into it and see the reflection
It's has everything but a different person

I wonder who would that be?
She answers I am you to be.

Curious, I ask how is it there?
Smiles and says, it is how it has been there.

Wonder, Isn't there going to be a change?
Smiles, Didn't you notice the change?

I didn't like the person standing in front of me
Anger, you never liked the person standing in front of me.

I turn away realising that is me,
She is no more there unlike me.

This was the change I was blind to,
I think what is it that I didn't do.

Strange feeling in need of development,
Jumping on to the next step of attainment.

I see the mirror one more time,
She says you did well this time.

I see everything has changed, along with her
But there is no change in the stare.

It dawns, everything requires a transformation,
Except for the individualistic obligation.

When world works on showing your bad reflection,
Alter your mind not character to see a good reflection.

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