Bisma Mirza


My Repeater Doll - Poem by Bisma Mirza

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!

Topic(s) of this poem: growth


Comments about My Repeater Doll by Bisma Mirza

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (6/13/2015 3:08:00 PM)


    Very nicely envisioned. A palatable poem I like most. Thanks for posting.......10 (Report) Reply

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  • Valsa George (3/8/2015 11:44:00 PM)


    A sweet poem! I am sure children too would love this! Thanks! (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (3/8/2015 4:35:00 AM)


    A wonderful poem, sweet and lovely.....................10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 8, 2015



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