I see a cartoon of
My own
Within my self depiction.
It walks with me
As my own mirage,
Sings with me
A toodle-oo of
My perpetual collage,
Nowadays,
It talks to me
So very often
Of my tears soften
Along with
Work stress
Or self distress!
I don’t know why?
This lampoon of my own
Is mocking me always,
With hush-hush
Caricatural tone
To every mush
Of my ways!!
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Maybe,
My own cartoon
Is carrying my deception
Or elsewise ,
I’m shouldering it’s reflection!!!
