A Puppet

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

Born a free soul,
With wings to fly,
Bound she stands,
Entwined in compromises

Tethered are her hands
with the strings of liabilities,
Muddled are her steps,
in the lashes of limits and boundaries;

She loved once ,
with all her heart,
The tenderness and fondness,
that's doomed today;
She smiles when she's sad,
And cries when happy;

The tiny wonder,
Is her sole sustenance,
All that she has won,
as the fruit of love;

An emotional fool,
And destiny's blunder,
She calls herself,
The hell's wonder;

She craves for that warmth,
that unconditional love,
A whim for those vows,
a desire for that embrace,
And,
In the hands of time,
A puppet she is,
In the fate's haze!