My Job Has Always Been To Hold A Mirror Poem by Mohammad Younus

My job has always been to hold a mirror,
Up to my inner self.
I look in the mirror religiously.
I see an innocent child, pure and honest.
His innocent smile erases a lifetime of pain.
His smile is so powerful that it pulls me,
In a wink of eye out of gloom,
To peace and tranquility.
His smile makes me work,
With strength of hope at day.
His smile gives me a sweet sleep,
With green dreams at night.
The cruel life gives us,
Thousand reasons to cry and wail.
But, if you find the innocent child in you,
You have million reasons to sing and dance!
The bright day is born after dark night!
The ecstasy is born after melancholy!
The awareness is born after ignorance!
The easiness is born after the uneasiness!
The fusion follows the confusion!
The beauty is defined by the ugliness!
The high tunes are complimented by the low tunes!
Tunes and voice as such achieve,
Harmony and symphony!
That is why the sage acts with,
Composure and comfort.
And imparts holistic education,
To his pupils without words.
Only one who makes an attempt,
To see in the mirror can know his inner self;
Know then thyself! Know thyself!

MyKoul