That was the first time I evr saw him,
A young, small, scared face,
A pair of quivering hands----
Highly skilled, not proven though,
He worked more and spoke less
----trying to put in his best
And he took his time to do his job!
It was boring, nevertheless
When I saw myself at the mirror,
Got mighty pleased;
To make a not-so-good-looking face
Appear as if endowed with grace----
It is never easy……… It never is!!!
Saw him again ----
Might have been a year or so!
A lot different this time though,
Grown to the ways of the world---this guy
Bore a taller figure, a ripe face!
The shakyness was gone, so was the awe,
He spoke more and worked less,
Never got me bored,
Not a long wait this time,
Soon he was done with-----
And I looked at the mirror
That reflected an ordinary face!!
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Wrote this one down, aftr having a hair-cut today.........
4 comments:
its all abt wats goin on inside u at ths momentakdm direct dil see...........tai khb bhalooo hoeche re:):)
thanx....tobe frankly speaking, eta kintu khub akta dil se lekha noy......
well..khub touchy noy...but the theme is unique...& the execution is also....good in itz own way...
in totality itz a nice poem...:)
ya....thanx....that was xactly what i wanted to hear.....good that u feel along the sm lines wid me....means i v been abl to xpress myself
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