Living Life As A doll

Living life as a doll was extremely difficult for her,

People treated her like a mannequin doll.

People trampled all over her and didn't let her express her true feelings,

People just kept bashing her up for all her mistakes.

She just couldn't breathe anymore,

It was as if she was a wooden doll that had no magic left in her anymore.

Seeing her live like a doll people were perplexed and used to abuse her,

My heart refused to see her live the life of a doll.

Dolls are beautiful sometimes, but living like a doll is just so painful...

Navya

Dream of a Fading Patient

In the mute hours, when the world is still, A dream takes place against the will. A soul in pain, yet full of care, Whispers soft, a silent prayer, "Let me not, in my final days, Become the burden that love betrays." They watch the faces, weary and worn, Of those who’ve loved them since they were born. The hands that hold, the eyes that weep, The heavy hopes that cut so deep. And in their heart, a wish takes flight, To leave this world without a fight. Not for themselves, but those they love, They dream of peace, like skies above. A passing soft, like morning dew, No burden left for them to view. “If I could go, like whispered air, And leave behind the love we share, I’d take the pain, the weight and the tears, And spare my family all their fears.” Each moment feels both sharp and slow, But in their heart, they only know They wish to free the ones they hold, From watching me struggle the hope grows cold. “I want their smiles, not just their grief, To give them some quiet reli...

A Dilemma Called Life

Today is what matters! But today has its yesterday and it's tomorrow Yesterday is the story of the years gone by Tomorrow is the story that is a secret Which God hides. Today is what you live So let's bring in yesterday And pray for the future As we begin. I looked back but they said It's not what you can change I kept thinking and planning What will I be doing for myself today? I saw myself a little far From what I was yesterday Yet I felt I was not too close To the dreams I did have and did create. I wanted to hold on to what had been I wanted to move ahead of time It was too late before I could realise I just kept holding on Never ever lived a moment of my life. Mansi Chaturvedi

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