Mr. Mms Poem by Sathya Narayana

Sorry Mr.MMS
Someone has found
the baldness
below your turban!
Good God, you saved your beard!
How hard you pulled your hair,
how sharp you scratched your scalp
whenever the Rupee plunged
and inflation raised up;
we can understand.
Your molded plastic face
by God's grace
shows no creases;
your glassy eyes
ooze out no moisture.
But you have feelings, we know that.
(said RK and SRK)
Don't worry; it's not your fault
Puppets have limits