Truth be told

Truth be told

I and facing me

in the mirror

just him and me and I

look into his eyes

in my mind's eye,

and search for any

wrinkle on his face

and I,

I am but confounded

for between the two

of us, in the end,

the whole point is 

who emerges

winner,

inspite of who we are

truth be told.

And I flinch

for I see myself

in it all

inspite of him

having his hold on me

him being the boss,

and me just

a titular 

head

with nothing of me

about me

to my credit, or his.

The mirror

hanging on the wall

shows cracks on the face,

my face,

of broken images

of me

on myself.

Wait dear judge

let me dress up

my face, even out

my wrinkles

and let me stand tall

and beaming. 

Yes it is okay now,

judge.

                                          ...... Ramakant Pande

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