The Doll I Love
A Doll I love
Mightier was my pen
To embrace my youth so young;
The days I nurtured for a while
That sings a song just like a bride;
On that tiny repercussion of wind
Sitting ajar on the tree so trim;
Beyond what soothsayers says
The bird was I so beautiful in being gay;
Enormous layers of truth said so long
For one to dance and sing a song;
Will not the power rise to win
In the land of tsars of all like men against sin;
When I won you I were too small
Oh! my precious lovely doll;
Now I see you with my growing mind
To penetrate sand with outwitting strength of being sane;
Where does one's clasp of time yield
To bind farewell of all unwind;
During the tenure of losing hopes of life
Like a clinging man in threads of life;
Gone my strength beyond age dispair
In holiness to keep sane to eyes of tear;
The weaknesses all gone for a while
Now the soul singing for a brighter side.
Do you knell on God's pair of legs
Or do you sob on pasts death of love;
You think what you do is right
For the heavens wishing you the rightier might
Like a star in brightest sky I would lie
I would lose my doll in the sparkling light like knights of rights;
I would bid you farewell on the quieter side
For you may become cleansed of man's pride;
Copyright © Anandhi Srinivasan | Year Posted 2021
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