Mirror

I am flabbergasted 

To see my inability 

To counter the wrong.

I fear of protesting the false

And I am a coward,

Fighting half-heartedly 

With my soul,

Retreating at the time 

Of answering,

Keeping my lip tight 

Restricting the usher of truth,

Painting on the canvas of life 

The colour of the vanity 

And falsehood.

Yes, I hoodwink my soul,

I hoodwink myself 

And smiles of mine become 

Lugubrious on the face of the mirror.