Looking at lists of things in their aura,
The ordinary man turns common man
In checked shirt , unkempt moustache
Like a neighbor’s cat, on long whiskers
That are less than any ordinary things.
Whiskered cats are Shakespeare cats
Dipping their whiskers in broken milk.
They are not Cheshire cats that smile.
They are ever so silent in feet leaping
Neighbour roof, after mouse conquest.
They keep company with Shakespeare
In a book shelf along with white ants.
The common man had been dipping
In our blue mornings of bleary eyes
With our milk sachets ,outside door.
Lately he is seen missing from porch.
(R.K.Laxman(92) the creator of the Common Man in a daily cartoon in our newspaper passed this week)