Selfie

Selfie short poem

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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

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Selfie

Selfie short poem

Bright eyes, puckered lips Intensified by the moment, wanting it to be perfect Craving fame. Preparations manifold To derive the face to outshine any other Terrificly mesmerizing. Devices outsmarting the smartest Desire for renown numbs the human intellect Nudging them