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Theme: Woman

Life on a String



You tied that string around my neck
And I became your thing.
A slave, a toy, without a soul -
A rope-pulled, puppet piece.
 
That day you came to deal and buy,
I was displayed for sale.
You checked, surveyed, and satisfied,
You sealed the gainful bid.
 
I was furbished for rendition
With festoons, gloss and shroud,
And wrapped in fancy draperies,
To fit meddlesome eyes.
 
In an array of trumpet call,
I was dispatched on leash,
And I became your possession,
A dummy, on a scene.
 
Since then, my life hangs on a string,
Subservience is my fate
A juggling life of toss and catch,
Is all I can await. 

13-Dec-2015

More By  :  Neera Lollbeeharry

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