The pretty nurse says, “It’s a girl!”,
Mum s elated, “My doll s here!!”
But somewhere near or far,
An artifice is contrived…
His evil eyes has the glint,
For he has just glanced his share-
His share of something they call pesos!
A man sells the doll, another buys her…
She has crossed those International borders,
With the very blamelessness in her eyes…
She s appalled at why did he do it?!?
She s trained and tried, over and over again,
Sold and sold, by every other man…
She shuffles between her destinations,
She looks into his eyes with aversion,
A plastic beam on her mask,
Utterly abhorrent at heart…
The fire inside her is multiplying,
But she continues looking affable…
She knows her possible prophecy-
She’ll be destroyed or drugged,
She’ll be beaten or suffer from an incurable disease.
But she s already at dis-ease,
The doll inside her is aching…
She does her jail visits honestly-
She s inert if they call a criminal on being caught!
She’s doing it not for anything but survival…
Mama’s doll is no more with a heart!
The fire inside her has remodeled to ice,
Shards of ice ask her to just survive…
The man shows no signs of remorse,
He’s complacent and ‘rewards’ her…
She keeps running the race…
With a strong hope to meet a Marvel at the finish end!
Wake up, we’re her hopes…
We can paint her Marvel…
Traffic on city roads might test our patience,
Human Trafficking is testing our hearts…
Let us make her realize the finish end right
now,
Elseways, every doll will loathe being a lass!!
