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The Mirror and the Witness..

The Hope and the Fear..

By Shailendra RathorePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

I saw myself in the mirror today,

And I thought, "What a strange sight to see!"

A face that was old and haggard and gray,

A face that was full of worry and glee.

I said to the mirror, "Who are you?"

And the mirror replied, "I am you."

"But you're so old and haggard and gray,"

I said. "And I'm not."

"That's because you're looking at the past,"

The mirror said. "I'm looking at the present."

"But I don't want to see the past,"

I said. "I want to see the future."

"The future is not yet written,"

The mirror said. "But I can see it in your eyes."

"What do you see?" I asked.

"I see hope," the mirror said. "And I see fear."

"Hope?" I asked. "Why hope?"

"Because you know that the future is not set in stone,"

The mirror said. "You know that you can change it."

"And fear?" I asked.

"Because you know that the future is not yours alone,"

The mirror said. "You know that others can change it too."

I looked at the mirror for a long time,

And I thought about what it had said.

I thought about the hope and the fear in my eyes.

And I thought about the future.

I don't know what the future holds,

But I know that I can change it.

And I know that others can change it too.

So I'm not afraid of the future.

I'm excited about it.

Because I know that the future is unwritten.

And it's up to us to write it.

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    Written by Shailendra Rathore