Fallen

By Dr Noopur Gohel

A doll

Made of glass,

very beautiful, reflecting light

reflecting rainbows when in sunlight 

she was held with utmost care, love, tenderness, warmth

always treasured 

One time, it slipped 

accident? ignorance? 

cause? No one knows

One extended a hand, to save her

but that hand got hurt, started bleeding 

dread fell upon the room

Whispers of danger followed

everyone became cautious 

Too scared to help, even if they love, care

Kindness became weakness, cowardice

that broken doll, shattered, all broken

stayed there, mourning herself, her heart, her existence 

Trash, that's what they called her now

Every affection turned sour, no one noticed 

too focused on the pain it caused

Selfish? Inconsiderate?

The doll, unaware of the cruel world

blamed herself for being broken.

Helpless, bitter, regretful

Accepted the crime of existence 

Soon, those people, indifferent 

Walked over her, stomping her every essence

Convincing her that world's a fake ball of life

In no time, she started mingling, with the earth's sorrow

Like fading memory

She, the broken doll

Disappeared.

By Dr Noopur Gohel