My 'OTHER'

Sitting on a chair
Empty of any act
In coercive sob
Turned a cursive glance
At the animated bed
Where imprints
Of real cartoon
Played havoc
To my soul

Zippy and zingy
They hopped and popped
From inside the bed
And above the bed-sheet
I played my hearts out
To enliven my present

Saying goodbye
To all the fellow brethrens
In recursive mood
My 'other'
Took to my chair back
Contemplative of the play
All quail disappeared