Fallen
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Oct 27
- 1 min read
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

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