poems_dilse
Thursday, February 24, 2005
The MirrorAs I stood before the mirror
It refused to recognize me
I stand no more as the person
I always used to be
My innocence is lost
The child in me has died
My wishes have vanished
My dreams are no more wide
My imagination do not go
Beyond what is already there
I smile too often
But happiness is still rare
I walk on roads that
Exists already
I have become what
I have to be
My wings are clipped
I can no more fly
And it pains my eyes
When I look into the sky
I can think of
The existing world only
Today, its among the crowd
That I feel lonely
I am free, true
I can decide on my own
But I am still bound
By forces unknown
The mirror might break
Breaking my image with it
But I still have a heart
That will continue to beat.
