I love my lovely doll as I did before,
It is my choice as gifted by grandfather,
I play with it with love to the core,
I love my lovely doll as my friend further.
In a pasture, I moved with it, lived with it,
I played with it all kinds of sports in joy.
Especially the hide-and-seek, the sport hit
My life was like a bird’s, it was like a toy.
In my play with it, cow-heard came a day,
My lovely doll was under their feet,
All cows trod it, grazing in that way,
I rushed to it, my friend, for dear treat.
I found its pretty nose disfigured in shape,
Its fine body crushed to the fullest,
It got dirtied mainly its saree in drape,
It got misshaped to look the dullest.
I could glimpse its beauty and its stature,
Still undercurrent in the hidden flow
My love for it intact to fill me with rapture,
The trodden doll glitters in no diminished glow.
My doll’s love for me, my love for my doll
Its past beauty clings even now in my heart
It echoes the truth of spring to dawn in fall,
Beauty remains though trodden in art.
Published: Literary Vibes - Edition CXL (26-Apr-2024)
https://positivevibes.today/article/newsview/540#RAJA4
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