Why do I trust reflections more than shadows? Do I believe mirrors are honest? And distorting versions A game or aberration? The Sun … unabashedly self-centred focussed on its own position not mine presents me in false dimensions but is unable to fake solidity of being me. I brush aside shadows walk through the night alone, unarmed fearless…. discarding narcissism of reflections knowing there can’t be another Me not a child, not a book not a shadow not a reflection flames that light my existence make the Sun look like a larger version of my determination
Outstanding piece, Reena! The real You empowered!
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imagery flatter flatter flatter?
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Strong write, Reena.
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Thank you, VJ!
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Welcome
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Wonderful poem Reena
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Thanks a ton!
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My pleasure
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