That messy floppy woolen doll of my childhood,
Knows many secrets and witnessed memories bagful.
But in my stupid envy i always crave for my friend’s porcelain doll.
Those rosy lips and golden hair, Innocent look when eyes roll.
I wished for that doll though its need care and very delicate.
Simply forgot moments spent together with my doll, I cherish and celebrate.
Is it my dissatisfaction or human tendency to desire things that not belongs to.
Or my failure to acknowledge that my things must own respect and value.
Fragile doll is no more in existence, tried to adorn.
Here is my dolly never leave me though tattered and torn.
I wish i would realize it earlier in my life.
My belongings -relations or things are not for deprive.