Life, dear chums, is quite bizarre,
A strange reflection, near, yet far.
You look today, and who’s that there?
A face that meets your puzzled stare.
No, it’s not you who’s lost the trace,
But the mirror’s eyes, in your own place.
The person there, they seem unsure,
Of who you are, and were before.
Perhaps a haircut, yes, a shave,
Will guide you back from that strange wave.
But deeper still, the change may be,
A shift in self, you failed to see.
For life, it takes us down such roads,
That twist and turn with hidden codes.
And now your mirror gently shows,
A self who wonders where it goes.
Wink back, then, at the curious face,
Begin again, and find your pace.
For in the end, when all’s in view,
The one who’s lost… just might be you.
-- Pradeep K (Prady)
