The Candid Mirror

The Candid Mirror short poem

I saw a child
Playing in the mud
Red hair
Glistening in the sun
Twinkling eyes,
Reverberating the sea.
Hands clutched the dark soil
And out came a dimpled smile,
Enthralling me.
As I looked on
She metamorphosed into an old hag
Kneading the muck
White hair
Shimmering in the sun
Jaded eyes emulating life
Hands fumbled for the pebbles
Emerged a shriveled grin of toothless gums.
Horrifying me.
I stepped backwards
Smarting in pain

And broke the candid mirror on the wall.

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Chand Ashish

candidness is truthfulness
truth is God
Darling learn to know God
Your imagination is deep ….. and truthful ……
personally I suggest change your insight …..


Something absolutely lovely transforming to the inevitable reality of life, in the truth of a mirror….I loved reading your poem!


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