We are in an age in which
We take pictures of self by self and for the self
And fondly we term this art selfie
To admire, to appreciate and to praise
The merit of self clicking
And the beauty of the face of the self
Till late the sound of our own name
Was the sweetest song
Now the sight of our own face
Is the best place to stand and take a glimpse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem