Doll Of Destiny

Twist of the story turns sometimes

In leisure

Trail in mascara

How hunger chokes breath of love

Now dreams murdered

Unacceptable. Becomes routine of life

Smiling calling blinking nods

To unknown street goer from a cage

Destined everyday

Boozed forlorn discarded loneliness

Stumbles at her door

But she supports with a smile

Little scolding she lets him enter

And what is impossible anywhere

She lets him play with her nude body behind the curtain.

This all cruelty of destiny imposed

On her for living life.

God knows when this inhuman

Atrocity ever ends?