I think I resemble these people
A diminutive in comparison
By defying all laws of creation
Have got everything they have
With all my senses I'm here
Yet, feel restricted, like them
Wait! Even they are restricted
Have seen them many times
The reason I resemble them
Keep me close to their hearts
And compel me to accept that
I'm not the supreme creation
I'm the wanton toy of yours
Stuffed everything except breaths
Men too are living dead just as me
We're borne with shortcomings
Alas! Just as me they too are
Half dead Half alive…….
Copyright: DrNikhat Bano
Superb....what an insightful poem....interesting with a suitable title....like a lot...thanks for sharing this poem
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I would like to translate this poem
I'm the wanton toy of yours Stuffed everything except breaths Men too are living dead just as me We're borne with shortcomings Alas! Just as me they too are Half dead Half alive…….Man; s life is compared with toy- - - We too are half dead half alive- - Thanks for sharing this lovely write.