I pity the mirror
which looks like you:
Blue maybe the ocean,
clouds they don't possess.
Trust the tears
you often shed,
a friendly yardstick
to measure goodness.
But never the mirror,
a mere piece of glass.
Each morning these reflections
strive to decipher your
elegance.
Unaware, they are searching
the meaning of life.
You can email MK Abhilash directly and ask him for more poems to read. He also makes some awesome films.