The Reflection
By Tamizh Ponni
This day began like all other days
Taking a long hard look
At the magnificent piece of polished metal
Both the subject and the object
Broken and losing their sheen.
Neither a fabricated expression
Nor a vinegar, soap water spray
Could restore their lost elegance.
Years and years ago,
Grandeur and glamour were all it rendered.
While squandering all the precious hours
When the only mess to fret about
Was a lonely zit on his swarthy chin.
Times have changed
Predicaments have evolved
Priorities have shifted
Lessons were learnt
Now there’s just one disappointment
Standing as a sombre visual
Running over the rococo’s surface.
Something wicked from the unknown realm
Sneered at him unkindly,
‘What a pathetic travesty of youth!
Just a shadow of his former self.’
He is weak, empty, craving for care
But dark as the vast abyss
A camouflaged narcissist!
As the cracks of the fractured glass
Branched out to bedeck the boring plane
Perfecting his diabolical facade,
The world will never get to know
One frightful naked truth
That he mirror and its muse
Were beyond repair and forever scarred.
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Tamizh Ponni worked as Design Facilitator in an International School, Bengaluru, India. She has a Bachelor’s degree in Computer Engineering, an MBA in Human Resources and a Masters in English Literature. She is currently pursuing her M.Tech, PhD integrated course in Data Science. She has worked as a Professional Development Coach and as a Tech Integrationist. Tamizh believes that the best thing in being an IB educator is that beyond teaching there's a lot of deep learning involved in the process. Tamizh sees learning as a never-ending process and with technology integration, it gives her an interesting dimension to knowledge acquisition and skill-building. Tamizh spends most of her free time painting, reading, writing articles, stories and poems, playing keyboard and watching documentaries/movies.
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