A Selfie With Me

A SELFIE WITH ME Good looks I swear I don't possess, With a flower pot face I think The creator had forgotten To trim my zygomatic process. Still I wonder why Inside deep inside me Like a young lover A queasiness brews, With some clicks And self's mirror image To be the cynosure In social media news. Is it only the game of gizmos Like mobile phones Front cameras and selfie sticks, Or else self-love Great admiration for oneself Where narcissism licks. Some even say Modi The charismatic extrovert Indian prime minister, Narcissist because A suit worth ten lakhs Name engraved in gold he wore. Tell me who is Not a narcissist In human species, The latent exposed With the advent of Front cameras and selfie sticks.