Mirror
**In front of my mirror
I saw a figure standing silently
his eyes despise
looked at me reproachfully
a thin smile on her lips almost vanished
decorated with a thousand cercas
There was a feeling in the heart
about selflessness
about my gratitude that has gone away
In front of my mirror
I saw a figure standing silently
his eyes looked full of puja
staring at me meaningfully
a thin smile on his lips will say
You are so perfect
There was a feeling in the heart
about the arrogance that lay within
about conscience without conscience**
Regard,
