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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Agustin Avatar
September 6, 2024 at 11:45 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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