We always check ourselves in mirror, sometimes to see how do we look in front of the world, and less of the times to see how do we look in front of ourselves. I wish if our mirrors could speak. It would have been so amazing. They know our stories, they know when we cried in front of them, they know when we smiled in front of them, they also know when we secretly admired ourselves. They know everything. But the issue is that they can’t speak. Imagine if they could, how wonderfully magical would your world be.
Thinking of this thought, I was trying to complete a poem, while I could manage only four lines:-
"If my mirror could speak It would bring my fails alive when I reflected myself in it to see If any worth is left behind To try one more time"
I could write only…
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