Love of Dolls
By:  Dr. Maqsood Jafri

I stared deep in to her hazel eyes;
And read the message hidden in heart.
She was quite like a soulless statue.
For others the looks said; adieu, adieu.
I saw her image in the azure sky.
With the wings of ecstasy I had to fly.
But my mind full of doubts and fears.
Still the embroidered attire of soul it tears.
I gazed at the pretty portrait of my dreams.
My tears ran down like red flowing streams.
Her lovely golden hair and sweet lips,
On the tempestuous ocean float like ships.
Bewitches the soul of the lovers of beauty.
To love the dolls is the only sacred duty.
Love of dolls keeps you a poet of life.
It takes you away from the grim of strife.