Mukta Sawant

Rookie (17th October 1999 / Mumbai, India)

Life Of A Little Doll. - Poem by Mukta Sawant

Life of a little doll,
Knows the girl at all,
While playing in the hall,
When she will fall.

I was in the mall,
When daughter of Paul,
Saw me hanging on the wall,
She brought me home,
And kept me beside a boll.

Her name was Jane,
I was part of her life when
From all the toys I was main,
I use to live in her vain.

After passing her ten,
She forgotten my name,
And found interest in Ben,
I was lying on her lane,
When a hand like crane,
Took me somewhere from plane.

Now I am on the second hand stall,
But I still remembered that day
When she founded me on the mall,
She is in my heart for life long,
But I don't know does she remember me or not.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poems says that toys like doll also have soul. But a cruel living being like man always seeks his welfare only. He doesn't really care about a thing once his use is over or when the thing becomes useless.

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