By Sonali Mishra
Dolls on her shelf
painted and porcelain
witnessed her agony
and perpetual pain
of cruel echos ringing
and the stares slying
chanting beauty dwells
in dark warm hues
and her being a pearly canvas
personified an effigy
that never rang bells
The porcelain companions
like steadfast accomplice
they stood by her
Whispering wisdom all day
Until the embraces
untied her spirit
Their blank smiles
Unfolded the truth
hexed are the dames
flaunting their gorgeous
warm honey tints resembling
sun rays hitting the ground
A true maiden therefore
follows the stars
more she glows
as time soars.
hearing so her soul went sound
unleashing a poise unbound
The mirrors ain’t now
a source of doubt
they show her strength.
all heard now is the defiance
how astonishingly bewitching ,
can be an imperfect radiance.
By Sonali Mishra
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