The Innocent Image in a Mirror

The innocent image in a mirror,
A picture of the only two looks;


With great wonder, I saw,
A beautiful world in them;
But the withering hopes,
The unsheltered love;

Where the looks turned to,
The happiness hid its face from;
And the blood and the soul,
With each tear came out;

Countless aspirations in them,
Wet with silent weeping;
Flowing on the eye lashes,
A few heartbreaking utterances;

“The fear of hunger and thirst,
And how to get shelter, too;
What happened to me, and why?
And what for I am being slaughtered?”

“In beautiful high and tall trees,
At the cool springs and streams;
I lived in them, but now destroyed,
Who entrapped and broke me, why?”

Her looks were moving on,
Along the long way of hope;
And her eyes, time and again,
She blinked with pain;


My own image I saw in them,
Like a dead body from the grave;
Since she needed consolation,
But I was drowned in my selfishness;


Then, her own body glistened,
Her glances fell on her self;
As if she were lifeless, and careless,
And unconscious of her self;

A small scarf it was, she owned,
Covering a part of her head only;
The remaining rag hanging down,
That was torn and broken;

Then she raised her hands,
And hid her face with them;
Allowing no one to know,
That her lips were trembling;

It was a few tears only,
That changed her hands’ colour,
And the Hina(myrtle) colour flashed,
As she put her face within her hands;

She seemed to feel shy and hide,
But it was the unbearable agony;
Such a suffering that broke her heart,
And shattered her soul to pieces;

Of her village and own street,
All her beloved ones passed away;
Always, she was among them,
Enjoying games and pastimes;

Now, whom she may ask for,
And who may cure her deep wounds;
Now, who, with mercy, may come to her,
And give her a human shelter in humanity?

Who knows where have gone away,
All her beloved flowers;
Whom with she was always busy,
Her handsome generous brothers?


For her consolation, the only sign saved,
Was her mother but helpless;
And with grief, she was so shocked,
That she lost her speech and language;

“Mother”, when she asked her,
“Why, dear mother, why are you so?”
But she was speechless; could not answer,
The dropping tears were her reply;


I was in the fetters of thought,
Aching with grief and falling;
I controlled my leaving tears,
And regained my conscious;


She was but worried and sad,
Overwhelmed with uncertain fears;
“The dark evening may not come again,
And it may not blow off the candle of hope?”


“Let no fires prevail again,
Stop burning out all the springs;
They may not destroy again,
The home that is already damaged”

“It may not further tear away,
The honour rags that covered me;
It may not splinter my blood more,
And dishonour all modesty and sanctity”

“Now, the only weak body, I own,
And a few blank papers;
I thought I would show progress,
I thought I would read more”

“I had great dreams and expectations,
That of learning more and knowing more;
But mercilessly, my home and school,
The inhuman cruelty destroyed them both”

“I calm down and sooth my heart,
Only with that I am not alone so;
But many sisters of mine are homeless,
And I am the beauty of my land”


The innocent image in a mirror,
A picture of the only two looks;