Caricatures

The grotesque smile that I wear sometimes,

With twisted lips on either side,

The bulging head I was born with,

With a big brain, I think.

The broad thumb of mine,

I call it a unique creation of the divine.

Bushy eyebrows that I wear above my eyes,

Is a shield from sweat, dust and lice.

The flattened nails that never go curvy,

Never fail to proud me while scratching.

My comical features are my gifts from nature,

In one way or the other, we all are caricatures.