Costume

Here's a small story, its more of a thought I had lately which I thought I should be sharing...
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Life’s a stage, where we all entered alone,
Some are sweet, some sour, they laugh & moan.
Tonight, we have a costume contest,
All were wearing witches and monster’s.

Passing through the lobbies, where I carved my hobbies,
Somebody put their arm across my shoulder.
Said ‘Tonight is costume contest, didn’t you know’,
Adding, ‘look, I got Frankenstein, what about you?’.

Said ‘why you are not trying the contest?’,
I said, ‘because, I have no costume.’
A thought passed my mind, so quick it did wind.

In this world of fakes,
For one’s sake,
Some costume we make,
For other, a different one we take.
The wardrobe one I have is full,
Some are synthetic, some natural as wool,
I don’t know, where I get more,
I can’t dump old, some are special, some chore.

Well, I entered the stage with no suit,
They gazed so weirdly, like I’m some different with alien root.
They asked ‘what is this!? Explain us what you wore.’
I replied ‘apart from all, this is the costume for when we are born,
The natural one, the one we do not adore’.

The applause were loud,
Cheering, ‘he got the best one!’
Louder I shouted ‘you got none!’
Adding, ‘Do that even sounds fun?’

-Sakib Tamboli

The Story Teller

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