The Mirror Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

How dearly I look at you daily
Day and night and now and again
Of times untold come so artlessly
Alike may be beautiful or ugly to be seen
Indiscriminate as to age or sex you serve all lovingly
Mute yet speak many things clean
Honest not to go down brokenly
Upon showing my looks precise and even
Unless glass/face in you goes contrary
Or sobbing out your love and pain
Deceitfully as you hold me to your heart so closely
I look at you but end up seeing mine
I dive deep to find you but so sought futilely
A face showing dullness or sheen
Of all faces can't be seen looks like a flight of fancy
In which love, romance, anger and anguish are cherished since then
Through now until retrieved quietly
Though seeing my face in your face serene
I go out to face the world bravely or shyly
Oh, my dear, can you remember baby face of mine
That I long to see seems forgotten enduringly
And that was pure and clean
And let that be the only mirror in which I see my face eternally