The Doll Made Of Glass

By Divyashree Deshpande

There was once a shop

Where one could see

Princess like dolls

That were defined pretty

Dolls for sale! Dolls for sale!

A lady would shout

& all the girls

Would come running about

They'd glance over the shelves

& select themselves a doll

But they would always ignore one

Which was the most beautiful of them all

The doll made of glass

Looked like a statue of ice

But the way she was treated

Wasn’t so nice

While the other dolls

Were beloved & adored

She, on the other hand

was straight up ignored

Each doll would go out of stock

You can’t even imagine how soon

In contrast She

Had occupied space on the shelf for over a blue moon

While the other dolls were wiped day in & out

While she stood still within the cobwebs, covered in dust

To her value! Beauty & worth

Her merciless treatment was unjust

So if you would fear

She'd shatter one fine day

You’d keep your thoughts at bay

& even if it means a pitiful price

You would buy her right away

If today

you could make just a doll feel significant

Then tomorrow you would need no one

To tell you, you are truly magnificent

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By Divyashree Deshpande