Looking at myself on the mirror,
I saw a falsified elegance,
When I tried to touch my face,
In hope of some enhance,
But I didn’t catch any past- trance,
When I looked deeper & deeper,
I saw a grin-reaper,
And all my pride and prejudices appeared cheaper.
I moved forward to dive into my eyes,
But Dah! I was hurt
Not an ocean it was
Just a rocky pupil it appear
And then I realized, I’m in my dead-year.