The water mirror

Dark as blue
And of its transparent hue,
He sees a wading con;
A pawn
Unlike him
of ripples and stills
In it's jaded flow.

The blurred sketch
Of a frail man
On the canvas
Of clean waters
Thats mirroring
him otherwise.

The violent silence
He has breathed upon,
has slowly decayed
through his lungs
and now
it's merging back to silence.

Mirror images
are false he believed,
until the water mirror
echoed his deathly scar
as he washed his face.

Crawls as he
to wash the blemish,
Alas! it's shown him,
His true self.

Copyright © 5 Aug 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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