Poetry of a doll

II POETRY OF A DOLL II By Satya Pattnaik

I am a doll
Made of fleshy mud
Iron test red liquid and bone's dust cement
Covered with a painful skin colored paint
And a mass of rubber inside
With a calculated oxygen to breath in
For me a dusty yellow broken pages book the
Only edition with a tons of centuries darkness
To pump in and to pump out my life to guide
As a holly preacher and a watch dog

I am Still struggling not yet fully born

I am a sympathy of time given
With a silver colored match box
A red glow fire inside
And to fly a wingless kite
With a zero sense to fight

Like a bird in air
I want to move and fly
With the white wave and blue of sky
But fear holds me
Like an innocent child of five years old
To keep me mum
And the feelings to keep untold

Fear comes with a razor to warn me and say
For you it is the time to bleed
Creep and climb the tall walls around
The cage in synthetic ground
For you it is the time to polish the chain
Oblige the baton and cane
Get ready to be cut in the sharp of knife
As you would to be some one's wife
And white colored glittering strife
Do not dare and desire to be free

I freeze inside like a cotton sharee
Hold my breath
And wait for a deserted call
Remained static not to roll
Someone says do not so crazy
It is not the time to breed and cozy
The sky of moon is not your boon
With the dark patches of night
You will to fight to be paint