Cry

Every morning I ask the mirror,

“friend, please reflect and tell me,

am I what I seem to appear?” –

Too proud to express, too blur in else’s dress

is the lame image in which I hide.

Glass looks for I cannot see.

But the truth is truer in a cry.

 

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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