I am the reflection of me
Short and port bellied
Never in a hurry to achieve
That is beyond my grasp
I stand in front of the mirror
With a hope that I am handsome
With sharp nose and cute lips
I smile like a joker
Though there is pain inside
The mirror is double my height
I can see my feet
Tiny like that of a baby
Trying to grow
Beyond the size of my shoes
I watch the roof
In the flat and polished glass
It is too high for my head
To touch and let me feel tall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant poem on self reflection and analysis.... well penned....10
Thanks very much sir for positive response. Gratitude.