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The Mirror of my Illusion

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Snapped has the mirror of my illusion
I saw it come crashing down with delusion
And break into pi
eces with uneven sides. 
I saw a chariot racing away
With the thud of horses' hoofs dying faraway.

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The mirror, the source of my pride's regret,
Pushed me to climb heights I had never tread,
Making me all I desired not, but was.
It made me wear the crown with a pang of guilt, 
With the mirror broken, dethroned I felt.

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Bound by the reeds, the mirror kept me at bay
From all clay that was made of love and prayer
And reflected a joyless face that was mine.
Now the mirror’s broken. Set free, I'll bake 
A pot of clay to carry my goodwill shake.

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Gone with the wind are the sounds of the moor,
Ready is my heart to connect with the pure.
With all delusions laid to rest to heal, 
I’ll sweep away sharp edges in heaps 
And sit on them in penance ‘till the light peeps.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pramod Rastogi is an Emeritus Professor at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology (EPFL) in Lausanne, Switzerland. He is a Member of the Swiss Academy of Engineering Sciences. He is the 2014 recipient of the SPIE Dennis Gabor Award. He is currently a guest Professor at the IIT Gandhinagar, India.

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