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 Mirror, Mirror on the Wall


She stared at the looking glass,

Her reflection dull and dark,

No beauty for her to admire in it,

A big nose and a black mark!


She cringed at the sight of her,

And dreamt of thick golden hair,

Why were her eyes so pale, she thought?

Could she not be born a little fair?


She gazed at her mother’s dark skin,

And with anger looked away,

Her reflection looked back at her,

As if mockingly laughing away!


Her mother sensing it all,

Came behind and stood tall,

And looking at the mirror she said,

“Will you let me explain it all?”


Don’t let people judge you dear one,

For your skin or your mole,

Let them judge you instead,

For the worth of your soul!


The world is like this mirror,

It only shows you what you wish to see,

Look at yourself with love,

And a world full of love will look back at thee!


Ashu Nathani: I am an HR professional, telepathic animal communicator and an Angel card reader based out of Pune, India. In March 2020 during the peak of the pandemic, I was guided to write poems. While I intended to write about animals, what flowed through were poems dedicated to the divine feminine - her pains, her pleasures, her power and her purpose. I am currently working on finishing the book and having the same published. The one shared above is a part of the collection. This is a blessing from the Divine Goddess and I feel blessed and grateful that Ma chose to have them take birth through me.

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  1. A whole lot of people would be touched by the underlying thought that comes through this beautiful poem... lovely Ashu!

    1. Such kind words! Thank you for the encouragement Ravi :)


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