Conscience Mirror
Conscience Mirror
Not the mirror clinging to the wall
But conscience mirror engraved in your mind,
Can debunk your apropos figure
And your conformable intent towards mankind.
It's both the figure of divinity and reflection of figment in you,
Beaconing your path with enlightenment when you idolize with rectitude.
Its transparency is like, trenchant ray piercing through,
Let not grime of improbity accrue on its magnitude.
If conscience mirror be the mirth of blooming flower,
It can also be a bleeding thorn of remorse.
Efferent mirror only flashes ephemeral glamour,
But to gleam your virtues and vices limpid mind is the only source.