
Months back I used to spend half a day every day thinking of what others thought of me…
Often did I smile when I assumed, yeah I am a hero…
What else…what to fear…every one smiles at me…applauds…
And then my senses woke up…’extra ordinary senses’ I must say…
I grew eyes at the back of my head…
I fitted ‘ears’ all around me…
Fitted cameras at all the corners I tread,
And I learnt how bad my “image” was…
The “image” that my own mirror never showed me
Sad and depressed I became,
Lost half a day every day, probing for ways to find a better “image”…
Dozens of answers, I looked at the mirror…not a little had I changed…
Ages passed by,
And then once again my senses sprouted up…
Now I saw the angels around me,
People who smiled with their hearts,
Who spoke for me at my ‘stakes’ and ‘funerals’,
Who chuckled with me…wailed with me,
I started counting…my fingers were enough…
I looked at the mirror…I had grown bigger.
Yeah, I was always a hero…in a few hearts at least…
Why did my eyes blind me then?
Why did my ears fib?
Oh! Dear can I wind back my clock…for all the time I ran behind “images”?
