_I stand in front of the mirror_
_Above which hangs a picture of mine. I smile._
_That youthful face smiles back at me and says, "It's been a while."_
_With a remorse I look up, my skin so parched,_
_'My face so sombre._ _But the twinkle in that eye says,_ _"Brighten up! You can look youthful again."_
_But I look at at the now vacant eyes in the mirror..._
_These old eyes have seen life lived, three score years and ten._
_The corner of my mouth droops, yet I smile._
_The smile is so empty._
_I look longingly at the myriad imagined faces in the mirror._
_Each face a reflection of what I had once been,_
_Each face trying to say something._
_I looked aghast at those faces of the good yesteryears. What happened?_
_There I spot behind a rugged tree my three year old face._
_Such innocence I see in those gleaming eyes._
_And yes, I could not forget that five year old face, it was so pale and distraught._
_I smiled to myself; I could remember that was my first day at school._
_A seven-year old face peeping through the curtains,_
_And now a 12 year old face eagerly looking up,_
_And soon so many faces started dancing before my eyes,_
_So full of stories I had lived._
_And now I am grey and weary, my duties all done._
_My child has flown to build a nest of her own;_
_I hear her li'l ones chirping, 'tis music to my ears._
_I have no regrets, life gave me so much._
_I thank the Lord above for holding my hand and keeping me safe,_
_Above deep troubled waters and scorching desert sands._
_The face in the picture reminds of the lessons life taught_
_That made me rich and truly blessed._
_I smile back and say, "Thank you. You made my day!"_
Indira Bhan
04/08/21
Beautifully penned down
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