Looking at the Mirror

I look at the mirror,

Plentiful memories appear,

Like magic before my eyes!

Arousing delight, grief and fear!


I move my eyes away,

Like a guilty soul,

I focus on the mirror again,

Parts of you I see, not the figure whole!


Poignant I become as Shah Jahan was,


After the demise of Mumtaz.

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