Long long ago,
Even before Mr. Camera was born
I had a looking glass, smaller than my fist
A full moon shape; faithfully fit in my pocket
Honest like love of the young ones
When I was sad, it cried with me
When I was happy, it smiled too
After so much journey of the earth
They told me the coming a new age.
And all the glittering in the towns and streets!
As if the starry sky came down to the earth
The grease-painted faces in the markets and weddings!
As if everyone is trying to hide from everyone
Then came the selfie
She is like a poor boy employed in rich man's mansion:
Jolly, loves fake faces and without self
Everywhere, every now and then her command:
‘Pose for a selfie! '
The three sixty-degree turn, monkeyed mouth
And search for correct lighting
Up to this, I am fine.
She crosses the border and next command:
How long can I act, Miss Selfie?
I am broken from within
My lips and the heart do not cooperate!
Wednesday, March 10, 2021