Reflection in the Old Mirror

Here’s an original 8‑para English poem by Vijay Sharma Erry, capturing the feeling of returning to your childhood home and standing before the mirror:Poem: Reflections in the Old MirrorBy Vijay Sharma ErryI stand before the mirror, framed in wood so worn, Its glass holds whispers of days long gone, The walls breathe stories of laughter and tears, A home that sheltered my innocent years.The mirror gazes back with a gentle gleam, Unfolding shadows of a half‑forgotten dream, I see the child I once used to be, Eyes wide with wonder, heart wild and free.The scent of old books drifts through the air, Memories linger in corners everywhere, Each crack in the wall, each faded hue, Reminds me of moments both tender and true.I touch the mirror, my fingers trace, The outline of a younger face, A silent dialogue begins to flow, Between the past and the self I now know.The mirror whispers: “You’ve carried pain, But also love that will always remain, Your roots are strong, your spirit still pure, The child within you will always endure.”I smile at the reflection, both old and new, A merging of journeys, a blending of view, The boy and the man, together they stand, Bound by the soil of this sacred land.