Golden Doll

Image of Zeegyasa

Deprived in guise of empowerment, 

I am accustomed to all imprisonment. 

Infirmity is lurking behind the veil of delicacy, 

Suppressing my voice in the name of decency. 


My beauty is a mere affectation. 

I yearn for a long isolation. 

Yes, I have a moon-lit face, 

Under enduring vigil of the Sun's mate. 


I can't boast of my radiance. 

My life is paying all allowance. 

Yes, I have the ocean blues eyes, 

That embodies life's subtle dyes;


Where the dreams used to glide merrily, 

But now shed tears heavily. 

Yes, I have nimbus like hair, 

That bear the exploitation like air. 


The vermilion mark that used to adorn, 

Has now become a blot when worn. 

Yes, I have the dagger like waist, 

That suffers all the raids you waste. 


Though it swings with impunity, 

The starving stomach reminds of insanity. 

Yes, I am a Golden Doll, 

Having a life to live as a whole. 

Don't compare me with any load!

I am the incarnation of God!