Oh, selfie! who art thou?
neither a ruler nor a pauper is spared
from thy charm
besotted are they with you in perpetuum
forgetting tormenting woes even if for a blink
alluring them as no one can!
But I shudder to think of the perils of Narcissism
__ the not from heart smiles,
the absent joy, a facade to the world,
harbouring pain deep down the empty heart
Let them not drown in the abyss of self love