Every day I look at you
Are you ‘you’ or ‘me’?
The more I look the more I feel
Like drowning into thee
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The ocean is too full of salt
The pond full of algae
The river neither is enough
To contain the vanity
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“O Mirror, Mirror where are you”
T’is a charming irony
Those that wish to find you not
Are the ones blessed by thee
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In their eyes I see myself
Reflected differently
Am I the way they look, or
The way I look, at me?
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The answer is too simple
Yet they cannot see
Permanently are they blinded
Thus narcissistic-ally?
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“O Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Does beauty speak of me?”
First the Queen, then Narcissus
A fairytale reality
– Akanksha Gupta