Headless Doll*

Hamza Hassan Sheikh

    Watch me, behold me
    I am a headless doll
    So fragile and cute.
    But my cruel master
    Did not care about me
    He never slapped or rebuked me
    But hit me with a missile
    Five times bigger than me.
    My body was parched
    I lost my head
    With golden hairs and black eyes
    Now my master denies recognizing me
    As my identity is lost with my head
    Now me titled as a headless doll
    A new name and a new identity.

    *(Dedicated to the dolls of Gaza)
    
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