mirror

echoes of the same voice come back,
as was heard before,
like a mirror, that knows
how to reflect, but,
only from troubled history!

it is quite a mystery,
how easily happy sounds are lost,
but all gloom knows
to bounce back at all cost,
each time, with mightier blistery!

why are some lessons,
to be learnt again and again?
why are the same tests,
taken over and over again?
why me!

as if mistakes are repeated
and wisdom is not gained,
am i a dumb soaking sponge,
to soak, hurled hurt, pain and mysery
forever and ever?

will this ever end,
will this ever stop,
where is this mirror
go and break it
dare it does this to anyone again!