With the happiest moments
of spring
when I stand before

my mother,crystalline mirror
she smiles at me merrily.

When the unhappy moments
of winter
are about to embrace

my happiest shoulder,
I begin to cry
and my mother,crystalline mirror
cries sadly.
Between my mother and

crystalline mirror
I find a huge similarity.

By Ujjal Mandal, West Bengal

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