I was ten
My sister was seven
We had king-queen dolls.
On a rainy night
a dulabhai came
and sliding inside our blanket
whispered in our ears–
You are my dolls.
He was pressing our buds hard.
That day we grew up.
We stopped playing
And became the toys ourselves.
Moumita Alam is a poet from West Bengal. Her poetry collection The Musings of the Dark is available on Amazon.
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