When I'd spent it for me for the last.

My rusted duct and somnolent eye

Met a stature which wasn't so fresh

Lost and fragile having dry lips

It had no cover for the feet

It had no cover for its weeps

It holds my arm with scanty grip

Yet so vulnerable to writhe

The innocent face with weary eyes

Wore tons of kindness without any lies

It stared at me with those drowsy eyes

But I still hesitated facing it a while

Still I couldn't recognize the stature

Myriad guesses, yet not so sure

Thought of people who were my friends?

Thought of relatives, love, yet no end!

Couldn't identify those drowsy eyes

I suspected my smart and witty mind

With list of names whirling inside,

Suddenly I felt like I left a name behind

The pieces began falling into places

Like the crosswords gleaming with keys

I got the hold on my own hand,

It kept shivering throughout

I scrolled my sight to the stature’s eyes,

And faced it strong though with fright.

The painful strokes hit me hard,

writhing with pain, ripped apart.

I searched in the time flying by in the past

When I’d spent it for me for the last

No answers, ignored myself

Not enough dauntless to face myself

I hit the ground hard wondering,

What all mirror had taught me forlornly.