My Doll's Tears Poem by Mubeen Sadhika
My Doll's Tears
The echolalia was sweet
not mechanical not real
inciting to babble
the luxurious sleep
motorized still complacent
rousing for solace
guised to mesmerize
playful but fairy
motivating to appeal
smooth rubberized sheath
covering the fervour
inducing the desire
cries with charm
no emotion no conscience
spouting salty tears.
excellent write..so well has been put and said..
I can say its a beautiful symbolic poem! with emotions and conscience human being are doll of potters clay! 10+
covering the fervour inducing the desire cries with charm no emotion no conscience spouting salty tears. ..... it is doll soul less doll which can cay without conscience...lovely composition...10 yes to go and you go alone
no emotion no conscience spouting salty tears. -------- Like an ocean wave - I like it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 3:01:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a very attractive poem with a good idea.