POETESS SOMDATTA MITRA
Refreshing fragrants cheered the morning vibes ,
The beautiful flowers enthused abundant spirits and enchantment,
Their colours seemed to instill a divine enhancement.
There I collected an antique mirror,
Which was buried inside the soil with a picture.
To my surprise I picked it up and cleansed the soil,
Hanged it in my room and stood near the wall in a turmoil.
I looked at the mirror and indulged in some conversations,
Analysing my worth I reiterated the confusions.
The mirror was perhaps 100 years old ,
It’s wooden carvings seemed to me to be precious from some royal mold.
The glass was cracked a bit as it was buried for so many years ,
I was admiring the artistic enigma.
In a deliberate chase my emotions triggered,
Recalling a fairy tale I enquired the mirror.
There was no reply as I continued to chase ,
Mirror! Mirror ! tell me the most efficient writer in the world today.
To my astonishment a certain upheaval took to a glide ,
As I realised a few mistakes I often repeat while interacting in my social sites.
I ran into the next room and opened the social media ,
In a haste recorded a video to post it in a page like an encyclopedia.
Next , I again stood near the mantle and wide it to gleam,
I triggered my emotions like the step mother of Snow White ,
Again the voice echoed MIRROR! MIRROR! who is the best orator of all times.
I could find no added charm as it is not a fairy tale to alarm,
Although it was an inner glorification ,
As all the emotional turmoil lead to a positive outlook;
Soon I realised my weaknesses in a transition.
It was certainly the mirror of my soul which reciprocated all the truths ,
That as a good human I must parade,
Towards the righteous goals.
To heal the pains of those ,
Who need me beside them in their woes.