Gaurvi Arora Poet Narrative

Doll

A piece of joy,
Every girl craved for.
Having a bulk of every type,
Still wanted more.
A girl got it as a present,
On her every birthday.
Stack of happiness was enough,
To make her mood stay.
Curly hair, with blue eyes,
Every doll was discrete.
Anabelle was a different case,
With a tons of secrets.
Even I have a doll,
Tall, cute and sober.
I love her in every way,
Like an unpretended hopper.
She has long black hair,
With beautiful black eyes.
She is an angel in every aspect
I wonder she had wings to fly.
I got her when I was 14,
Will keep it forever.
No matter how tough situation gets,
Will always be near her.
She is a present,
I got from god.
An angel from above,
Has given me thoughts which are broad.

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Anil Deo May 14, 2020 at 8:27 AM Ms. Aroraji, this is very endearing, from the toy itself, to the whole "culture & business" of dolls. For girls, it has connections with learning to be a mother ... except when we speak pf barbie Dolls (U didn't mention HER! I'm glad). I think Barbies are not the mothering kind, or the cooking kind. After my 2 daughters grew up, I sold dolls as antiques!! So there ...ThanX for the revival of happy memories.