Not for Narjiss
It is me that I watch in your pupil
It is me you took on as a pupil
It is likeness resulting in this pull
Between closely identical people
Was all this but a curse of the ego
Self absorbed and not caring where we go
So long as we get more than a free go
At a portrait of self as a wee Gogh
So I paint precious flower in Sunshine
Let her seeds be the offerings of my shrine
Her High Stem, self esteem, puffing as pine
And her roots, in the soil, they were once mine