The jaded reflection struggling in the mirror
evokes the reminiscence of a paradise lost
of virtuousness faded and tranquility abstained
from an epoch gone to an unidentified domain
Winds in the willows flow at a lazy pace
ruffling the cracks through a hazy gaze
Reflection looks proverbial yet strange
Sun reveals the mystery behind the pane
O!My! these are few mortal regained
of I – The Caricature of Yesterday!!
Sparkles of an old era beckon drooping mane
Curvilinear laugh lines demand a Volte-face
the innocuous eyes plead out a silent pray
to restore the innocence robbed and maimed
Anarchy governs the gallows with no end on mind
Cats bellow in a rat race with stakes on few dimes
Mirror reveals many more faceless faces behind
O! That’s We –the caricatures, We-the undefined.
Remains of a forlorn era are rusting at bay
I – the caricature of yesterday,
We – the skeletons of human face
Us – the culprits of the golden age
Mortals of human emotions and pain.