MIRRORS
As I stand in front of the mirror
I see you Baba*, not me
The same face........
The same looks.......
The flame is still there
I am the mirror image of you
Face.......the same
Looks......the same
There still is the flame
Not me, Baba, I see you
As I stand in front of the mirror
*father in Bengali
Written for Poetry Jam
So heart touching words and we all reflect in us our parents in little ways:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words with that touch of heart ache. I like this
ReplyDeletethe older we get the more we begin to see our parents in ourselves....its funny...and a beautiful thing
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem Sumana! I can totally relate as I see both my mom and dad in the mirror!
ReplyDeleteInteresting, I think, that one can often see one's parents' features when one looks in the mirror. Sometimes one moreso than the others. Nice poem, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteI wrote about seeing my mother's face in the mirror. Yours in nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful ... the bond with parents, wonderful :-)
ReplyDeleteInteresting what we see when we really stop to look.
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