THE ERA OF NARCISSISTS

Every day I look at you

Are you ‘you’ or ‘me’?

The more I look the more I feel

Like drowning into thee

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The ocean is too full of salt

The pond full of algae

The river neither is enough

To contain the vanity

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“O Mirror, Mirror where are you”

T’is a charming irony

Those that wish to find you not

Are the ones blessed by thee

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In their eyes I see myself

Reflected differently

Am I the way they look, or

The way I look, at me?

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The answer is too simple

Yet they cannot see

Permanently are they blinded

Thus narcissistic-ally?

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“O Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Does beauty speak of me?”

First the Queen, then Narcissus

A fairytale reality

– Akanksha Gupta