My Repeater Doll Poem by Bisma Mirza
My Repeater Doll
Five years passed,
My repeater doll was sleeping somewhere,
While I was looking for a book,
I saw my friend,
There were no cells in her,
I brought two cells,
Inserted in the doll,
And spoke, “Are you alive.”
The doll repeated my words,
Thanks God! She’s not dead,
She was just sleeping,
And could not grow like me!
An innocent write, Bisma. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Very nicely envisioned. A palatable poem I like most. Thanks for posting.......10
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Thanks God! She's not dead.....Wonderful. Loved this beautiful poem.5 stars and to my favourites!