The Looking Glass Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

A choice companion close and dear,
To find oneself and confide in zest,
In pursuit of Socratic revelation test,
And be ready for the ensuing veer;
Crown and tiara aging, crashed in fear,
When provoking pride pricked like a pest;
The lapsed reflection of Lancelot in the gest
Caused cracks of curse in the mirror clear;
The quest then: is it a flaw, fair or foul,
To the perverse doting fancy of Narcissus
That engrosses the feeble faces to scowl
Or be doomed eternally like Sisyphus;
Reflections are not to rejoice or howl
But to know the order and avoid fuss.