Wednesday 23 October 2013

MIRRORS


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

8 comments:

  1. So heart touching words and we all reflect in us our parents in little ways:)

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  2. Beautiful words with that touch of heart ache. I like this

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  3. the older we get the more we begin to see our parents in ourselves....its funny...and a beautiful thing

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  4. This is a beautiful poem Sumana! I can totally relate as I see both my mom and dad in the mirror!

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  5. Interesting, 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.

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  6. I wrote about seeing my mother's face in the mirror. Yours in nicely done.

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  7. This is beautiful ... the bond with parents, wonderful :-)

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  8. Interesting what we see when we really stop to look.

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