The World of a Puppet

I lay in a canopy of thought; Soul struck but miserable I am not This ‘Mannequin’ today out in pink Delicate but not curious at the teasing wink I hear a gigantic crash coming from a neighbouring turf Emotions stir almost as tall as the lip of a heartbreaking surf This Puppet is reminded of memories of old Banyan trees Agitated but she beats in search of a fresh summery breeze I hear a faint howling from that 'Nabua’ dog Fragrances of bliss once so knowing makes my heart throb This Marionette rejoices the fluctuating drum beat Nervous of winter chills but I assure you she won’t be cold feet