Alation

Mirrors

Mirror mirror on the wall, Who's the fairest of them all?

Asked the malicious Queen with a prodigious gall.

Fortuitously, the mirror was magical and virtuous too,

Lucid was its truth, it left Maleficent squalid and blue.

Sullen and morose, she wished to denounce the maiden fair,

She plotted and dared, someone was better than her, she could not bear.

This was a fairytale, such was their story,

The veracity of life is much more gory.

Mirrors aren't virtuous neither supernatural,

Such a depiction of reality is simply caricatural.

People know who their true selves are,

They do know the acceptance will leave them charred.

So they look in the mirror each day and each night,

Not a crease on their foreheads, not a fraction of smite.

People no longer talk to mirrors on walls,

Their conscience though beckoning is only fated to empty calls.

No matter the certitude and candour,

Distorted fallacies most often dander.

The crux of this lies in the fact that people only see what they wish to,

As far as their needs are met, nothing else will be peeked into.

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

Folks! Hello!

Yet again, I'm not in a sullen mood okay? I just saw the mirror and felt like, "Um.. Is this really who's on the inside? Time for retrospection."

Anyway, do let me know what you guys think of this very random one!

And, Navroz Mubarak <3

Love,

Zoya