Author A. K. Ramanujan I resemble everyone but myself, and sometimes see in shop-windows despite the well-knownlaws of optics, the portrait of a stranger, date unknown, often signed in a corner by my father. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4 (139 votes) Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments