Life in plastic is a poem about a doll, and it is an imaginative poetry where a doll will express its emotions to the world, life in plastic is a cry of all ignored dolls.
We all had special toys in our childhood. We made a promise to them that we’ll never leave them at any cost while playing with them.
These toys and dolls are our worlds and we did everything whatever we can do to take them home from the shop since we saw them.
Gave them a very special place in our hearts, that time we were kids. And we almost feel these toys or dolls as everything.
Once we grew up, these special dolls are only seen in the cupboards of our storerooms.
We never even care about them and there is not even a single thought that these toys have once existed in our lives.
Role of dolls in our lives
Our parents will look at them and remind us of those days which we played with them for hours and hours. And how we learned to talk, play and walk with the help of these toys.
We’ll listen and ignore. Some of us still preserve those toys and dolls have the same love but don’t have enough time to spend with them.
If we do spend, ‘they’ call us mad. Who cares, our madness is our likeness.
Here, this poem is about a doll, a plastic material.
It has a life and has an equal amount of feelings and emotions like every one of us.
The imagination of the doll
The broken heart of the toy echoing its words through a poem and this poem can touch the hearts of those who are a toy freaks like me.
I made my parents to purchase loads and loads of toys, my sister says I invested all my dad’s salary in grabbing those toys home from the nearby toy stores.
Let’s see what it has to tell the world and the person it loves.
Many think that there is
no wheeze in me.
Someone made me
to feel alive, twenty years back.
It’s the unmitigated love
and the special foster of
the one whom I love very much.
She is my love.
Am made of plastic, head to toe
hooded with plastic.
My heart is plastic,
so do me.
I found life in the love
of my heiress.
This world disappeared at once when being fondled
Affection made me forget,
that am lifeless.
That no ifs, ands or buts love
made me forget that I’m a doll.
Now am rediscovering the same love,
I couldn’t get it anywhere anymore,
she is grown up playing a real game, but not with dolls.
Dust veiled my face.
I’m not sanitized for years,
dwelling in an ill-suited place,
keeping that ray of hope alive.
I can spend the rest of my life,
with the memories from past.
They are my food and shelter and strength for me now,
she’ll be the ‘one special’ to me for ages and ages.