Mirror sighs
The deep sigh of a bride
Pain shatters it
Now a hundred deep sighs
With an odour of tear
No less, just more…


He said I am the one
Am the one residing in his soul
But what if I see three
Looking into a mirror:
A tear, a fire and a petal?

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

4 thoughts on “Mirror

  1. fathima manal

    Thank you Gopalji and Rashmiji for your valuable comments…@Rashmi, by fire I meant am mighty, by tear am weak and by petal I meant am tender..By the last line I meant am all these three at the same time…mighty, weak and tender..


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