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YOUR SELFIES : RHYME 74

I SEE YOU --
On the edge of cliff
On the roof of reef
Down melting glacier 
Your head in mouth of man-eater;

I SEE YOU --
In front of speeding train 
On fins of flying plane 
At every low and height
On wings of Time's each flight;

I SEE YOU --
With rising-and-setting sun
At bright-and-tawny horizon 
With living-nonliving-all matters
In your palm is the whole universe...

I SO SEE --
Your selfies your greener pasture 
Your selfies your basic shelter --
In your selfies your each posture
In your selfies your each gesture 
In shows of your each cut manner
Stately does stand the vogue Nature --
So worth-some, so unique, so sole
So unbeatable for one and all --
With looming of your self
In picture-perfect statuettes 
Taller, larger, fancier you stand 
Than all humanity's greats.

THEN I SEE --
Each of your selfie has your picture 
With kind of a grin weird and insecure!
Your selfies have turned all bone dry
Clouds of Autumn do not spray 
Your hope turning into despair 
Of an unpaid pro from gay amateur!
Is it your course as self-endorser
Or from trials of life a smart departure?

THEN YOU FIND --
World doesn't see you as you see
I don't know you, you don't know me.

- N P SAMAL 


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