Mirror mirror your silver surface I scan
Reflecting golden truths sans any judgment
But my own alas, clouded o’er one lifespan
will perhaps lay waste till I cast this raiment
With brutal opinions they command and mock
Surely, love they’ll bestow if I join their flock
A puppet, I scurried from pillar to post
Forsaking gifts unique, I now mirror most!
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Manoshi Bose is a postgraduate in Analytical and Medicinal Chemistry and began her career in the pharmaceutical industry. However, her long-drawn clandestine affair with the written word just refused to die. After traveling the length and breadth of the country with her man in blue (Air Force, not Cricket) and dabbling in various fields like teaching, medical transcription, and content writing, she has finally decided to give her love for writing the time it deserves. As an empty nester currently living with her husband and five dogs in rural India, she believes there's ample material for her to tap into.
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