Envy Him Not

Sitting there on the lap He claps when the audiences clap On him painted an aura of happiness A smile is permanently fixed on his face. Eyes forever stretched without a frown He plays to the gallery a perfect clown You may envy his easygoing ways Gathering laughter on all that he says, His widely open unblinking eyes That show faked emotions feigned surprise. You may like to have his rapturous nights Drawing applauses hogging limelight But you would have pity for him once you know He’s a talking doll in the ventriloquist’s show.