On the marble case
A mirror gleaming spotless
Reflects, unasked, as vision
Shows all bare.
By blow it falls,
A thousand sharp pieces
Gleaming, bloodstained, shattered
Each piece, a face.
Spite, love, envy,
Triumph, plot. Blood.
Each piece, a tale
Still shows all, bare.
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Whom to blame,all faces are ours!
Reflect it may but one's deeds;
Without any doubt speaks!
-Nisarg Nikhil Thaker.
Blame yours. I always smile at the mirror. :p
Splendid.
I am glad I ventured into your blog. :)
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