రచన : yagnapal raju upendrum | బ్లాగు : **anangavaahini**అనంగవాహిని**
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I swing like a pendulum
In and out
Hugging its philosophy
I become phenomenon and the effect
Of it’s every movement
That is when
My mirror invites me in to it
That is when I face myself
Stare in to my own eyes
I talk to myself
Where I stand is in front of my pretty mirror
The fight goes on
My fists ache and my face bruise
The reflection asks me
“Who are you?”
I see masked faces
With glazing eyes
They ask
“Aren’t you me?”
పూర్తిటపా చదవండి...
In and out
Hugging its philosophy
I become phenomenon and the effect
Of it’s every movement
That is when
My mirror invites me in to it
That is when I face myself
Stare in to my own eyes
I talk to myself
Where I stand is in front of my pretty mirror
The fight goes on
My fists ache and my face bruise
The reflection asks me
“Who are you?”
I see masked faces
With glazing eyes
They ask
“Aren’t you me?”
పూర్తిటపా చదవండి...
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