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Social media

But sharing a picture

Isn't that pretty easy

Why not share food or

Share some responsibility


Sharing a snap for self gratification

Though having chosen the most perfect one to share

Knowing of having applied many filters

We still want approval in terms of likes


And likes from whom ?

People whom we know not even a percent.

Also what is it they like ?

Person in picture

The filter that make them look flawless

Or the places picture shows them wandering in.


We like what pleases us

We want likes to please ourself


So for long have I been of the opinion 

that social media is only to seek attention

Well now I think differently 

It has more layers than one can see.


This game is not just for the eyeballs 

the freedom of expression, 

the fulfilling innate desire for connection

that makes social media so enticing.


While most people use it to their disadvantage

Posting for validation

Comparing with others and being anxious

That doom scrolling designed by an algorithm

causing serious brain rot


Truth be told one can
ride this beast of social media 

To their advantage

And trust me it can do magic! 

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