THE
REAL AND THE REFLECTED
Preety Sengupta
Competitors both:
Pristine waters, bright skies
Keeps trying to win hearts
Of unsoiled shapes.
The snow-clad stones
black peeping out stealthily
See themselves in the mirror
A melody spreads in the air.
No reason for mermids to shed tears
Where there are no swells
Nor unnecessary strife.
Everything the way it is,
the way it seems,
the way it should be,
Everything, the same, at the same time
Mixed, subtle, and yet simple.
What is on the surface is deep down,
What is on the face is in the heart.
Everything, the same original and copied,
The same - losing and winning,
winning and losing.