The Dolls--A Poem By Me

Two china dolls---

I gave the master

One of a black man,

One of a fair girl,

Who both looked young

And blossoming into youth..

‘Keep one doll you like’, master

I tell him

‘For I would save the other one

To give it to someone else’..

The master keeps the two dolls

On the wooden chair and gazes

At both the dolls, a long long time

‘It’s getting late master’, I remind him

‘Please make your decision soon’..

The master slowly gets up

And moves to the shelf in the hall

And brings a large hammer

And turns to the black man doll

Breaking its head

Shattering it to many pieces,

Uttering a cry of rage..

Then he turns to the doll of the fair girl

Takes it gently in his hand

Touches its breast shape

And gives it back to me

“Take this doll home son”, he says

And gift it to someone else--

Most of them will take the fair girl

And the black man

Would not be cared

I cannot see him suffer like this

In extreme pain and despair

For I have now put him out of misery

And ended his plight

God will arrive soon to be his guide

And will send him to the other side…

SRINIDHI.R