Marionette

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  • Dedicated to S.
                                    

"Marionette"

Tied up with a string; don't know anything.
Sturdy yet so frail; just wanted to bail!
Likened as the clothes of a mannequin,
Complete all the goals ordered by the Queen.
Being moved 'round by a remote control.
Completely bounded to this single world.
A simple puppet that does nothing wrong.
Just some regrets like cannot sing a song.
Weakened by its sheer indecisiveness
Yet coming back home 'cause of enticements.
Limited by arduous challenges.
So deeply affected like allergens.
'Tis the hapless life of dear marionette.
For the Queen's satisfaction it spoonfeds.

- 2011

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