Far from the humble banks,
Attacks my body,
Attacks my soul,
Disturbs my balance,
I see my face,
In the laughing mirror.
I have a laughing mirror,
When ugliness of someone,
Shuts down my eyelids,
My soul is angry,
Warns and instructs,
Open your eyes,
And see your face,
In the laughing mirror.
Tears come out,
I am frustrated,
How I ugly I am!
How selfish I am!
And I am proud of myself!
Shame on me!
Someone whispers in ears,
You have a plane mirror too.