An edited version to protect oneself, From miseries and animosities lurking, A screenshot is all to torture someone, That hides in itself millions of mysteries. From nudity to insanity and blur clarity, Happiness to sorrow, and dull reality, By pressing buttons you capture life, And treasure it wholesome, kissing style. It's right when you feel to shoot a smile, In video calls and conferences of time, But trapping in a loophole of treachery, Is sheer exemplary of trapped adversities. On birthdays and anniversaries they shine, Making people go head over heels and cry, Ruling social media as their second home, They register their spot creating storms. Screenshots are great when used widely, To enhance your skills in crafting, But it dictates and haunts lives some days, A living corpse you'd find begging away. Tidik! Tidik! Goes shots with your pose, Or Tidik! Tidik! Captures the pretty rose, Whatever you call it, screenshots they are, They can be a good reality or busy storms.