An Unfinished Play Poem by Priyaranjan Ojha

The six year old baby girl
Is playing outside.
Dolls are her only playmates.
A little away is lying her father,
He is almost covered
With the dress of white flowers.
Her house is overcrowded
With curious people all around.
They are busy in preparing
A vehicle for him,
That will aid him
To take his last journey to the grave!
But the girl is still playing,
Smiling and busy with her dolls.
Someone tries at last
To bring her before her father,
To have only a last glance.
No no, she says,
This is not my papa!
He has gone to shop
And will be back soon,
With a new doll in his hand!
Her words make them cry within.
The girl waits and waits
For her papa to come back!
But how innocent and ignorant she is!
That her papa has gone
Beyond such artless mundane play!
And never will return to play
With his lovely doll.