Mirror

By Arra Shashank

Laying in my bed,

Mirror in the front,

What do I see?

A man who wants love,

Or,

An animal who wants a flesh of a woman,

What do I see?

A man with responsibilities,

Or

A boy hiding in the closet,

Scared of the demons;

What do I see?

A face that can make others smile,

Or

The one that can't even smile

At his own reflection,

What do I see?

One withholding great expectations,

Or

Loser by choice,

Complacent;

What do I see?

A rising star, a legend, a folk-hero,

Or

A speck of stardust,

Only visible for a few seconds,

In the mornings,

Before it gets blown away?

By Arra Shashank