Living Dummy

A new look every dawn

I am festooned with trinkets

Draped with designer garbs

Hairdo with reds and blondes

All set for visual treats

Half a day in heat, one more half in dust

Caged in mirrored frame

Touched and toyed for no reason

Seasoned in severe seasons

Standing still to stimulate the buyers

Teasing time throws tantrums

No more a fascinating but a faded figurine

Moved to the Rag land

Free air and roomy walls

Myriad mannequins with shabby smiles

A new look this dawn

 

 

 


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