a silent lady

she, a silent lady
silently she speaks to me
soothing words of utter silence
during my moments of conflicts;
she doesn’t move much
unless I decided that she should move somewhere
she is of dark complexion
short hair
and a figure
I care not to measure
because she always remains the same size and shape;
she doesn’t do cooking
she doesn’t complain about having no food
she never demand for her rights
nor complain of my right of having her around;
I have never seen her decorate her face
yet she remains the same beauty ever
without worrying of calories and wrinkles;
I massage her once a week with olive oil
so that her luster remains;
she doesn’t dress up independently
yet she doesn’t care much about dressing
I have to change her dress every now and then
and she has no qualm over what dress I choose for her,
I have to be sure that she is covered fully
so that she is not gnawed by the hot blooded rats!!!
because she is just a mannequin
occupying a space in my room.