Inching slowly outward bound
We wisely enter our mental maze
For our mirrors reflect outwards
Change façade as per the pretence
They remain blind from within .
While the beholder approves
The echo of his own semblance
Construed to be the voice of mirror
In reality the mirror is silent within
And is full of overflowing emptiness
Merely a pretence of reflective façade
The taste of his insipid cracked cup
The culmination of a challenge lies in origin
While we often destroy seeds on twigs
Merely to remain clean handed forever
There are no remnants of emptiness .
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