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
oi this is the best one so far! admiration abounds. cann we see some more empowered verse though. it seems like the snake charmer is always in control - needs a paambu kothu from the disgruntled cobra.
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