As I stand by it, the mirror, to know what it shows of me
To know if it shows how I look like or how I am inside
To me it's an entrance to a new world where there is someone like me
Someone like everyone to come and show your looks from the world they reside
I try to reach the second me, there's a of barrier of glass
If only I could touch it and know how it's like to have the another me
Am I nicer with a real soul or that which acts my slightest smile?, a young lass
Positioning in front of it, making an attempt for the grace of a queen
What it shows is what I want it to show, I control my reflection
It does whatever I ask it to do, it never deceives it's master
I wear my diamonds to let it express my fascination
I adopt the latest vogue and let it know that I'm the queen of glamour
Everyone had an impression on it, for years and left their lives that's transient
But it has changed no less but it's place where it stays
It breaks and cannot be joined, it shows a different reflection in each fragment
The fragment can be a weapon, it cuts and your wound it displays
-Asma Shaikh
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