"The Mirror" by Frank Dicksee‘My Mirror Grinned’ (Rondeau) and Other Poetry by Sathya Narayana The Society September 27, 2016 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 6 Comments My Mirror Grinned (Rondeau) My mirror grinned at my first grey. With rearing youth, it’s my first fray. Disturbed, with care I plucked that bane, next day to find one more, again! I cried and sighed and went astray! That’s how began my darkest day with whitest hair and day by day at deepening my fear and pain… my mirror grinned! With no concern at my dismay went on my hair, to well betray with more and more albescent strains; until one day remarked Miss Jane, I looked smarter with that new grey! My mirror grinned! Gold Dust (haiku) the path I tread thence is all poesy sprinkled now like gold dust on sand Affluence (Rubaiyat) The dark muddy puddles on road, by rain can’t bring, I thought, the times bygone again. My latest home in town’s posh colony has well buried my past travails and pain. The days I whined and ran with agony; the days I starved and craved for small money; no more exist in memory. I laid a lid on that dramatic irony. For great windfall I gained of late, I bade good bye to mates, for me, who cried and prayed. Forgot the days I drank rice-soup in grange with friends and pools in which we splashed and played. Better were days of need than these deranged in binge, in spite of piled fancy mélange. My food tastes sour; and bitter my Champagne. I got riches; from me but sleep estranged. Once an advocate, Sathya Narayana joined the Government of India as Inspector of Salt in 1984 and got two service promotions. In May 2014, he took voluntary retirement as Superintendent of Salt. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Carol Smallwood September 27, 2016 I enjoyed reading these and want to try each kind of poem. Thank you for telling which each was as it helped a lot! Reply sathyanarayana October 4, 2016 Thank you very much Carol. Reply Dusty Grein September 27, 2016 I love a well executed Rondeau, Sathya. ‘My Mirror Grinned’ is similar to one I wrote for my daughter – and it is one of the most well-received poems in my forthcoming collection. Within The Silver Glass ——————————— Within the silver glass I spy the mask I wear, my perfect lie. This happy face, it is not me; I show them what they want to see while deep inside I slowly die. I cannot let them see me cry, so I just smile and wave goodbye then check for signs of pain, set free within the silver glass. With broken wings I’ll never fly; I turn away and softly sigh. My world consists of tragedy – a scream that echoes silently. The fools can’t see, it is not I, within the silver glass. Thank you for your wonderful poetry – I look forward to reading more of your work 🙂 Reply sathyanarayana October 4, 2016 Dear Dusty Gein, I didn’t know about this wonderful website till very recently. I am so surprised at the high quality of poems posted here. Your poem WITHIN THE SILVER GLASS is very meaningful and poignant and very perfect by meter. Thanks for commenting on my poem and more thanks for sharing your finest poem. Reply Carole Mertz September 28, 2016 Mr. Narayana, I like the sentiment displayed in your poem “Affluence” demonstrating how sometimes less is more. Reply sathyanarayana October 4, 2016 Thanks for your comments dear Carole Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.