I have a schizophrenic mirror
It produces a dual image - O Horror!
The one I prize as well as I could
A flattering gilded one!
That shows as I would
See myself, ever and anon.
The other do I despise most
A crude, ugly one - better lost -
My picture it doth distort
How crooked on others to import!
Fain would I display the first
For others to see and admire
Vain do I the other thrust
Into secret niches to escape satire.
How I wish I banged the mirror
But contemplate with terror
How much I should take umbrage
At the myriad bits of my shattered image.
---KANDREGULA AMBA PRASADARAO