Wondrous the simple mirror;
An innocent piece of polished glass
that knows not how to hide
supreme and invincible as a tide.
The one on it is my truest friend for life
for he is one fellow who would look into the eye,
every time I wish to know my worth.
“Fearless and bold that I was,
now I am not; for I fear
the death of hope, instigated
by the endless gropes to find the pistol
only to misfire, time and again!”
“When my gropes ended soon,
I saw in it a ray of hope,
‘This time I wouldn’t misfire’
But for one thing-
The pistol had no bullets nor did I!”
“The next time, neither did I grope
for too long, nor did I find a pistol not loaded.
‘This time I found a reason to smile’
I held it firm and took aim.
And to my surprise! The target?
Impatience haunts one and all!”
The narration ended; silence restored.
The reply began with a smile,
a smile that left no room for perception.
“Opportunities are seldom patient.
They only push, they don’t knock.
They accept no invitations; nor do they return.
They betray anything but persistent effort!”
“The next time you grope,
patience shall show you the way.
Have twice the number of bullets required
And you’ll find a pistol loaded!
Misfires will happen.
Only until the bulls eye surrenders
to unrelenting determination!”
