I am a puppet,
Alas! Only a doll..
To please me enough,
My fave color et al.
Woven along are the forced dictates,
“Do it my way or go to..” she yells!
She swishes her wand,
Subliming the crowd.
Making them swoon,
So they sing aloud..
She pulls our strings to make us smile,
We move enslaved; showing ourselves proud!
She orders around-
In Queen’s language.
Declaring in vain:
Her cursed adage..
I wince praying for just one escape;
‘coz seems I am trapped forever in her cage!