Subhashchandra Adhav

Mirror Image

Mirror Image

I saw a bird
Sitting on bike’s mirror,
To my queer delight
It was committing an error

It was pecking at
Its own image,
Made target itself
Of its own rage

What a bird unwise!
Why can’t have mind’s poise?
But deep within me
Chirped a bird wise

I also act like bird
At times, give bad word;
My mind, like its beak
With hate, disdain I peck

Upright, worldly realistic mirror
Commits no error,
See I image mine
With dishonor it’s malign