Each time I look into the mirror.
I sense something queerer.
Silence murmuring in my ear.
Entreating me to hear.
" Hello there , come closer."
Steps headed towards the one, though blur but felt familiar.
With each steps, the details became clear.
I know her yet unfamiliar.
"Look at this disgusting-dull figure,
Body as dark as her hair,
In the world demanding things fair,
Fat piece of mass growing wider,
When the trend is to be slim and thinner."
Insecurities drew the wrinkles bigger.
Reducing my image to a sinner.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!", I pleaded her.
Still the unabating contempts created a furor.
And reflex got triggered to break her.
Broken pieces shimmer.
Tears personifying the river.
The unbiased silvery mirror.
Reflexes what I deliver.
Choice is mine to be a sinner or a winner.
Sanctifying the need to be one's admirer.
Who must cheerfully work to be a self - lover.
MEGHNA K PILLAI