Dad

By Sibani Mohanty

A little girl swinging in her dad's arm, 

All dressed up like a tiny doll, 

Beautiful princess is what he called her, 

Holding her hands around his finger, 

He guided her through this enormous world. 

She wakes up having the same dream every day, 

But her daddy was always so irked by her. 

All she did was love her foremost man, 

Yet the man deserted the baby away. 

The little baby asked her mommy about him, 

But what could the mommy even say? 

For the man she dreams of loving her,

Is just someone who doesn't even want to stay? 

Oh, the mother had lost her senses too, 

For she was deceived and lied forever, 

But the baby faced the repercussions. 

All she needed was a little home, 

Yet such a simple thing never found her. 

All day, every day, battling and consoling her mind, 

Distracting herself to never think about anything, 

Yet too scared to not figure her life out. 

All she was a little baby, trying to exist, 

Now an abandoned little doll, a grown agitated adult.

By Sibani Mohanty