Tuesday, November 22, 2016

352. Dolls that cannot sleep


truth has been a stranger to them
reality is stranger still
they know not the world behind tinted windows
the many-hued world - good, they know not
all they know is brown
polyethene bags can be such playthings
I know not their world too
their longings their only belongings
other than the broken barbies
Dolls that cannot sleep

life teaches them arithmetic
ten peppermints or 1 cookie and an eclair
tough choices we never had to make
cringing cold expressions they see on faces
they never knew the world could be otherwise
Good- they do not care
they smile & rush home
to cold nights & wailing younger siblings-
whose fate is the same
as their broken barbies
Dolls that cannot sleep

--
Sometime in 2006
I wonder what triggered this thought
Hmmm...!

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