The Truth Poem by venkata lakshmi narasimharao

The Truth



When I look into the mirror
I think I am handsome
My wife says that
I am handsome but
others do not saythat
I am handsome
I like only Mirror and
my wife and
hate everbody
because I hate
the truth
I am a middle aged
Boy

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