Miracle.

 
 
One fine morning, I was sitting in my room
My clothes were all over the floor and I looked into the mirror
‘What are you looking at?’ I asked myself.
I looked into the mirror dreadfully
‘What a great imitator’, I wondered.
I sat there for few more minutes
And waved my right hand slowly
Without making any noise
I was out of my mind when I saw a hand waving back at me slowly
‘Who are you?’ I asked.
I saw his lips moving and dancing on the directions of my voice
‘This is a miracle’, I thought.
‘What a calm and pleasant man’, I wondered.
I was all worried suddenly, his calmness made me jealous.
He copied my every move perfectly
And followed with precision
But there was serenity in his eyes
And sadness in mine
Because I felt it, it had to be there
That one difference killed me
I wanted to shatter him into pieces
So envious I was of his pleasantness that I threw my clock at him
I broke it into pieces
Earlier there was one happy man, now there were many
All of them happy and calm
Whatever I do, they won’t change
I had no influence on them
Suddenly the dread in my heart was gone
The squabbling that terrified me over the years was gone
If I can’t influence them then I too won’t get influenced
The steering was in my hand
I moved and those broken pieces followed
I laughed and they laughed with me
Now we were all similar without any difference.  

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