Your Story, My Way

The Cinderella I Know

The Cinderella I Know

The brave infant, breathing

Cries echoing in horrors of loss

Of mother that sheltered

9 months in the guarding womb

The outer world was a cobweb of deception

The stranger felt less strange

Family, a fantasy to have

Stepmother kindred to death

In different version yet same features

The heart of selfish greed

The kid stolen of every need

Even the sun couldn’t forego the darkness

Hallowed of dream

Shallow as any human could

The challenges were thrown

Yet beautifully the woman had grown

She was the Cinderella I Know

She mopped the challenges

She shined the limited opportunities

And washed the world with a smile.

 

 

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