In the era of social glee,
"Remember me," the desperate plea.
For avocado toast, we pose,
In the hope, our fame will surely grow.
But let's recall what matters true,
In this digital hullabaloo.
Are cat hats and breakfast feasts,
The legacy we wish to unleash?
Influencers, with their massive throngs,
Deeming followers as lasting songs.
But in this noisy, crowded sea,
True meaning fades, lost in debris.
So, when you seek to be renowned,
Pause and let your thoughts resound.
Is it worth the memory's grace,
In this digital, frenzied chase?
Perhaps, in quiet, you will find,
A life well-lived, of a different kind.
Where memories aren't mere vanity,
But moments cherished, in true humanity.
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[© afsal aboobacker | thezcount.com]
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Memory Desires
PoetryIn 'Memory Desires,' the poem delves into the absurdity of our relentless quest for online remembrance, revealing the triviality of what we often seek to be remembered for.
