He gruffed at me, and
scoffed at me
my stuffed toy!
it took centuries to make him
with all soft stuff inside
with my own hands
in a room where i make toys
to stay beside me in tough days;
now a minute past, he's lost
it's late hour of dark night
my heart misgives
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if he's hungry...
Beautiful poem..It took centuries to make him...Beautiful write.Loved it.
it does express pains of any one. a poetry is ebriched when it expresses pains or pleasure of any one. toys are made in several kind. its breaking is a matter of grief wht so ever be the reason but love for that toy is never erased. beautiful melancholic write.
a very ignificant poem with all its metaphorical meanings... i love it...10... aw
if this is the feeling for a 'toy', am just toying with the thought, , how humane is the poetess for humanbeings, a short poem that speaks a volume of the heart stuffed with sensitivity.
A compact metaphorical poem! ! ! so symbolic suggesting great concern for the one you created once! ! ! loved it :)))
In the Robitic era, we seek the joy, take out pressure with our own hand made toys! Personifying them to be our real soulmates. Great write dear Ma'am. Rated 10++
stuffed toys are one's best friends, for sharing, fighting and company.
it took centuries to make him with all soft stuff inside with my own hands. nice
in sentimental things of heart every thing is more than what he was deep and sweet are affairs of the heart/ well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It took centuries to make him Great effort and how time expands when carefully making a stuffed toy. And the concern for the lost toy which gets a new life and maybe hungry. Beautiful poem.