Each one files a bunch of new styles,
To enhance a better reach of their profiles.
Like a selfie taken every other day,
Life uploads images to update itself.
What accumulates,looms into a load
Necessitating a self-made load shedding.
Musty moments,become mocking spots,
Twisting profiles to look literally aghast.
But the Narcissus in man,is a naughty stuff,
Lifting profiles from the trash for pruning,
As delectable delights of the proud present.
When Memory recycles profiles from the bin,
It lets the self swell,with sabbatical pride,
Foregoing the stench of the dust on profiles.
The present in ripeness,taunts the trash release,
Like the soul sneering at the body,out of its lease.
If the past is a ghost,the present is the toast.
Stills from the bin,are a piggy back to boast.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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