I looked in the mirror
Saw a stranger waiting.
He greeted, ‘smiling at me
If am his lost beloved.
In his eyes I saw,
Dreams of my youth.
The curve of his lips
Has same story to narrate like i like to narrate.
His gray hair,
Has same fragrance like of my black hair.
The stranger in the mirror
Seems so similar, if I.
From his eyes dipped tears,
Running through his bony cheeks, like often of mine.
Suddenly, In him i smelled the taste of my root.
That's when I saw my unseen
grandfather.
Of time my mirror mind drew, my face as
His face.
