REFLECTED

Sitting still on a park bench,

Watching the placid lake,

I see the mountains and trees

And sky and clouds

And the serenity of my thoughts

Reflected.

Standing in front of a mirror,

Watching myself there,

I see the lines, the marks

And moods and character

And all that is at this time in my life

Reflected.

Standing in front of you,

And looking into your eyes,

I see the music, the fire

The dance and the ecstasy

And all the pain and joy of my love

Reflected.

Glory Sasikala