Reflection

In front of the mirror
Bewildered with the reflection
She asked herself-who am I?
Loss of identity.

Wondered but smiled
Seeing the reflection
But not in her mirror
In the eyes that stared at her
Realized, her identity is that eyes
That she is looking up to.

She stood tranquil,
Eyes changed every now and then.
Ragged between the truth and fate.
She desperately holds on
Fearing the imminent darkness

In hope of a mirage beyond the mist
A realisation of her true self