The Silent Doll At times, we are nothing but a fragile doll, A toy that delights, admired by all. They hold it gently, smile at its face, Never hearing its silence, its hidden grace. The doll never protests, never complains, It smiles through joy, through sorrow, through pains. It lives for others, their laughter, their play, Yet when hearts grow weary, they throw it away. Placed on a shelf, in a corner confined, Lonely it waits, with no voice to remind. And when they return, the doll smiles again, Though broken in spirit, it hides every pain. One day the laughter becomes too much to bear, The doll cracks slowly, yet smiles still there. Children grow older, the game fades away, But seeing another with the doll makes them say— "If only I could hold it once more in my hand, If only I had cherished, if only I had planned." But time moves forward, it does not recall, And all that remains… is the smile of the doll.