The looking glass concealed it,
The pain behind the sore eyes,
The bruised heart,
The hatred that loomed inside.
The tear that christened the face,
The confidence that escaped
The weakness that encroached
The emptiness that was so full;
The despair, the deadness ,
The loss, the sorrow, the pity,
The love, the uncertainty.
The sunshine, the smile.

The tear drizzled and
The strength died.
The identity expired and
The end came.
The end came and
The end too had a tear.
The tear saved for last and
The tear of reverence
That of a new beginning and
That defying the aplomb of the end.
The end, too, comes.