Andreyo Sen

The Doll

This was a doll
loved by a child.
Its limbs now hang forlorn.
There is the canker of sadness
in its face.
Love it, love it, love it quick,
there is so much
of the child in it.
The child must be set free
so that the doll may live,
companion in your troubled age,
pudgy counselor to the quick.

Image by Brad Garber

Adreyo Sen, based in Kolkata, hopes to become a full-time writer. He did his undergraduate degree in English and his postgraduate degrees in English and Sociology. Adreyo has been published in Danse Macabre, Kritya, Yareah and Fat City Review.