love song

I love you
said the mannequin
to the labourer

As he patiently dusted her sinuous back
carefully cleaned her fair, fragile face,
made sure her slender arms
twisted by unruly crowd
were alright.

I love you
she said

As he silently combed her long fleecy hair,
pinned the folds of her new clothes on,
softened the glare of lights
ensuring that she
looked good,

I love you
she said

unmindful of her fervent yearning whispers
he moved her around, straightened her poise
that no one could
see the hollow heart
inside.

he dabbed a dash of red on her thin stiff lips
took some more and rouged her cheeks
to hide the plasticky shine
and the glistening smoothness
of her lifeless skin

and as he worked he looked outside
saw the smiling, laughing girls
talking and moving
in their mysterious
alluring ways

the labourer
told the mannequin
I hate you.

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I thought I would try my hand at writing a sort of a love song. This isnt a typical love song I know. But this is as I see love happening in our times and days. The labourer doesn't have any special qualities. The attention he pays to mannequin is because he is forced to. And yet mannequin falls in love with him as there is no one else and she is lonely and desperate for someone who cares about her. And labourer hankers after something that is not available to him.

So what should one do? should mannequin stop loving the labourer and wait for someone worthier? Should the labourer try to find happiness in where he is?