Doll

Forget all
Forget you a doll
Come here
With a call.

Play music
And comment
Yourself.

I hear it
I think it is
As sharp as blade
That cut me pieces.

I am trapped
With the music
And loss control.

As if I have gone mad
As if I am in hospital
As if I am free total.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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