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Dec 2012
Every Morning I Reach The Basin,
For Washing My Face & To Brush,
The Mirror Beyond The Tap Scares Me,
The Mirror Scares Me.

I See An Old Man Gazing At Me,
With Marks Of A Troubled Life,
The Reflection Meeting My Eye Scares Me,
The Mirror Scares Me..

I Don't Fret, No I Don't Fear Him,
For I Know He's Me Only Just Too Tired,
The Reflection Does No Good - Scares Me,
The Mirror Scares Me...
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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