Sometimes I see you happy At times, you look so sad. But I am always happy, To be there for you, lad! Of late, you don't see me Often, I don't know why. It is never late for me You can come even now! You know where I am, And that I can't move. So desperate now I am. To be kept waiting now. I reflect you so good. Heck! It was my job! My reflection should Reach you dear! I sob! At last, you come to me. And spot drops of water. Wrinkling, you wipe me With an old cloth, harder. What else can I do, Other than show you dear? If you come rarely too, I won't be shedding tears. Note: A mirror's monologue to its man
Yes, Its just as you said Pallavi4Me. Only here, if you take it to a person who reflects like a mirror and feels a lot happier when the seer is happy himself. Thanks. -rgs