A wooden puppet in her master's hand
Emotions of his, she can't understand
Caught between the strings all tangled
Hanging in mid air, her feelings mangled
A mound of clay on the potter's wheel
Molded, shaped and adjusting to his ideals
Her thoughts stretched to extremes,
From happy, sad, now all just a dream!
A snake trapped in a charmer's basket of jute
Hypnotized, she danced to tunes of his gourd flute
Tongue-tied, harmless, she swayed to his many moods
An abrupt pause... the melody now concludes
A red gas balloon on a hawker's stand
Now just a toy in a child's hands
Bobbing and swaying, light as air
The glint of a pin, and she is no longer there
A forgotten treasure chest
On an ocean bed, she was laid to rest
What lies beneath is still a mystery
Yet unsolved, hopeful for discovery
