Mirror

by Mihir Deshmukh   Oct 12, 2015


He woke me up in the morning,
cutting his hand on the broken glass.
We broke the mirror last night,
Shattering the bloody glass.

We shared a smoke,
our cigarette more red than white.
We reminisced about the golden days,
and the countless starry nights.

Finally, it was time to go,
we stepped away from the fence.
Shot each other in the head,
and bled in reminiscence.

Yes my end was fitting,
at least I was shot by one of my own.
He was sheep in wolf's skin,
I wish they would have known.
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This poems primarily tries to depict the dilemma of those soldiers on the borders who make friends with their own kind,who just happen to live on the other side of the fence.And despite their camaraderie aren't hesitant to kill each other in the name of duty.
It also has another meaning when one has a conflict with his own mind!!

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  • 2 years ago

    by hiraeth

    Peter said most of what I was going to say. I was just going to add in that I found these two verses particularly interesting:

    "We shared a smoke,/our cigarette more red than white."

    The red can be symbolism for bloodshed, or you could look at it literally of the cigarette being expended, much like the morality of humanity when it comes to war. Intriguing write, and thank you for adding that note at the end of the poem, it helped with understanding this piece and appreciating it more.

    • 2 years ago

      by Mihir Deshmukh

      Thank you for your valuable inputs. Very Much appreciated!!

  • 3 years ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    I enjoyed your poem John. It brings a real focus into the insanity of all wars, and how a real new friendship, is often put aside in the name of duty.
    It beggars belief that human can act that way.
    I liked reading this work of yours.
    Reminds me of mankinds illogical reasoning, that war can solve everything.

  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Wow! This really does hit hard and fast. "We shared a smoke, our cigarette more red than white" - great line. Enjoyed this.
    All the very best
    Ben

  • 3 years ago

    by The Fairy Mary Poppins

    I like it then again I adore dark poems they are sick and twisted but beautiful!

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