Room full of mirrors!

The yellow roses were drooping,

I put them in a vase.

I stared into the mirror,

Ravaged by time my face,

Stared back…

Every wrinkle, every line

Had a story!

I wondered, I brooded,

Till my Master said,

‘Your world is a room full of mirrors!’

The roses, meanwhile, smiled.

I looked into the mirror

Glowing with realisation

My face, bright

The smile, the shine

Has a story!!!!!