Change the sound of each alphabet letter,
With that, find your new cryptic coded name!
And find your otherself perhaps,
And find the change from previous that came!
Metaphoric mirrors would break and beckon!
Like a thick novel fancying your deep addiction,
When you read and weed yourself from others,
In bits and pieces,
In characters spread over chapters,
Spread over a few hundred pages,
To find that your reflective readings of strange assimilation,
Had cracks just like a metaphoric illusion!
Eager insights from those incisive cracks!
On the mirror that seemed smooth perhaps,
You saw your reflectionsin so many ways,
Another you appeared in every cracked displays!
You had enough time and unlimited space,
Till the mirror of cracked metaphors would disappear,
To be it's own reflective metaphoric metaphor!
No navigating guides, novel fictions would show,
Another you, that you would never know!
From a few lines of a soul very true,
That could have come from others, or maybe you! Which can Integrate those cracks from a confused view,
From broken reflections of another mirror,
That got compared to another metaphor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem