Puppet, My Friend
Here’s my puppet,
That loves to blow the trumpet.
It always follows my order,
And never crosses the border.
I can manipulate it as I wish,
That’s what the most I cherish.
It always stays with me,
And makes me smile with glee.
When my friends aren’t amiable,
Then I realize, it is kind and humble,
So I accept that it’s my most loving friend,
For whom my love has no end.
Copyright © Mahua Chopra | Year Posted 2016
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