The face of mirror

Was it my shadow or me
I stumbled upon
Ooh mirror you witnessed
That I fail to face
Though eyes opened
I see them always fresh
Once or more in a day
And years lost in the way...

Now something that I hear
That you never say never
Past is stacked and combed
Way to Office or Home to bed
Your path is forgotten
Or forbidden for fear
Never begged for Moksha
When you stand facing me
Lifeless wealth or health
Deceived you to count on me.....

By: Prashant