Convex Mirror

This is the continuation of my previous work "Concave Mirror". The idea is we are all made up of elementary particles and follow every law of physics inside us. Once we die and our body decays and decompose, we all end up in that same elementary form that is the "quarks,electrons,positrons,neutrons" or you can just call it atoms. So if everything in our lives - living or non-living is made up of the same constituent and at the lowest of elementary level they are guided by the same laws of physics, then why we do even need a reason to appear different from each other in all aspects at a higher level.When I speak of aspect I'm generally referring to the usual anomalies like color,race,country,language,profession,status,caste and any such thing that keeps us blinded from the basic truth of our lives.

I personally feel that this poem will appear to make more sense if you read the Concave Mirror first. Concave and Convex Mirror are just two different types mirrors with their direction of curves inward or outward. So the light passing through both mirrors gets different bending and therefore when a person looks life through this same form of bending , one comes across an unavoidable reality. Thats what both the poems depict. Rest to say, theres a whole bunch of meanings you can derive from both the poems.
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Line by Line theres no wait
These dreams are just a red fallacy
The sunset writhes a drone serenade
This mind suffers a ceaseless atrophy
Chalkline rests between the metaphors
Yesterday still remains a shadow undone
Melody of the music is tomorrow's squander
The mirage burns under the desert sun

The blacksmith collects his broken swords
Like a potter whose life moves on his clay
I see a homicide of love among the birds
I see the priest has nothing really to pray
The beggar looks high up at the sky
Waits for his final day to testify
Feel the raindrops hitting the eyes
The child adds one more to his 'whys'
The tired widow implores for a change
The prisoner comes out of his exile
His world outside looks just the same
The soldier questions his orders all this while

Line by line these bleak thoughts provokes
a soul annihilation deep inside
my vision dissolves under the fumes of smoke
unifying the soldier and the child
Shadows of a lost yesterday
Is the architect of tomorrow's design
We are all lost in this desert highway
Behind both the mirrors,life reflects just fine