A Friend Called Mirror

I was still teething when it was bought,
Wrapped in cardboard with other stock
It was pulled out from the ripped cage,
Pushed to its feet after being melted for days


Like a friend it promised to show
All that we saw but failed to know
It stands tall for it is honest
Standing before it is always a test


Like a healer of ailing
To it every one keeps coming
Day after day it reflects you
Confined to only what is true


It has seen me grow taller
It has also warned me of my vision getting smaller
What you see is up to you to choose
It'll expose alike, your charm and your bruise


It's been my fixed star
To get over my 'inside' war
To decide attires, frowns and smile,
I've never stopped counting on it for a while;


It made me sulk when I looked sick,
It reassured me when I got fit,
It scowled when I pretended
Instilled the confidence and I blended


For hours together ladies persevere,
Gents, nowadays, consume no lesser
The hair strands and the creases on trouser,
Seems impossible to go without saying 'Hello' to each other;


A toddler wondering, an ageing woman fuming,
A teenager unsure, a father's dressing
Its visitors surrendered to its stare,
Bared all, hoping for an assessment fair;


Weird too have been some days,
When a few before it, started mumbling in craze,
Not a word it uttered
Yet a thank they all offered


Days and years have passed,
It still shines in truth's task;
It is an agent, indispensable for sure,
Sooner or later, we all agree, we need a mirror.


                                                                                      Anupam