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Mamta Arora

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Mamta Arora

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Mirror  Humanity

Mirror  Humanity

1 min
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 With a thought to look,   

  into I, Me, Myself.

I stood before the Silver well.

I smiled at Me.

Myself was glad to see,                        

 a known mirage beauty.                    

Though old, but seem lovely.


Oh! Now what…

A knock knock 

At the four-chambered red alert

Myself was covered with invisible dirt.


When I turned around.

Countless faces were found.

Whispering with a deafening sound.

I wanted to escape but was bound,


 When asked who all are you.

Seen somewhere but no clue.

Apart and entangled with society glue.

Haunting life like nostalgic flu.


“Mirror “fake but “The liars” true.

“I” captured in hundreds’ view.

Seems like hot vapour’s dew.

Similar minds make a canopy grow.


With the breath of calmness,

I with Me, Myself flew.

O’ icy blanket, they call you a liar.

Who nurtured my every desire.

Which when broken,

will give hundreds of me.

But with the same look,

Attire and flee.


So reflect what you see.

Which flashes your positivity.

Two doors to open with a single key.

Humanity! Humanity! Humanity!



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