In Front of the Mirror

Clear the mirror of all the distortions

They still remain in the mind and reflections

It is a worrying stain and a stubborn one too

Facing a clean mirror is an ideal dream

There are no nourishing dreams around

Wild desires glow menacingly from the rage

Do not be fooled by the sudden glow

The mirror is magical and cannot be scorched

Although the eyes cannot endure that ferocity

Absence of beautiful dreams is felt

When the earth is imagined with a clear sky

Dreams cry from neglect and utter chaos

The mirror with that layer of soot looks uncertain

The trembling fingers write on them

Mentioning the distortions and blurry dreams

~Amitav