Golden Doll
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...