Doped Dolls Rise And Fall. Poem by Subrata Ray

Doped Dolls Rise And Fall.



The daily dolls rise and fall
And the saga continues.
No feeling, no healing,
consumptions and abuse.

Doll and doll,
Play foot ball,
May they score one or two,

Miss world or miss universe,
For the corporate - verse,
Play live –doll on puppet hands.

Mashed and crashed,
Freshened and doped,
The stage is with new groups.

The scraps and garbage,
Share no pity breath,
The thrown garland,
With quashed wreath.

Dolls and doll,
Love and scroll!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
Close
Error Success