Mirror

Leave me alone
mirror cries, I am tired
what I display
men dislike.

Clothed, they turn naked
when they enter me
I, an honest soul
reflect the nakedness
and face fury.

Truthful to me, to them as well
I don't lie.

Men, blend of black and white
wish to find them milk white
I am sorry,
I have no mechanism in me
to convert black to white
I therefore, am never a preferred friend.

They disown nakedness
they fling me
break me in bits and pieces
then see themselves
hundred times naked.
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by Rajendra Nagdev

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They disown nakedness they fling me break me in bits and pieces then see themselves hundred times naked. mirror and your cogitations ..... thank you dear poet for this poem. tony