Reflections
These days, many things have become still
as if it is a pond of clear water
Yes, I will call it a pond
or say a puddle
whose water is completely still
and I am looking into it
perhaps searching for myself
Suddenly I see something in it
Oh! These are the past moments of my life
So is this their reflection?
Then where am I?
Once again I start searching for myself in them
But those reflections have started moving like a movie
Sometimes I find myself wrapped in childhood
Or sometimes I see myself
basking in the sun in the courtyard
Sometimes reading books on the terrace
Or sometimes holding my grandmother's hands
Why not gather them again?
Before the evening sets in, if I look at them once again
The water has stopped again and
I start searching for my lost reflections in them again
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day ☺️🙏 @vikbuddy
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