Category: Reflection Poem



The wall in my bedroom

Turned dull with time;

The paints couldn’t hide

The otherwise styled but

Her now blemished skin.


The otherwise makeup-free but

Ensembles added to enhance;

The times spend in grooming

Exceptional on every ordinary day

I see myself, refreshed.

The mirror stood before still

Picturing us in reflections

Awakened by the awareness

Exceptional on this particular day

Her face I see, afresh.