Long Long ago in a kingdom,
Princess longing and living for a wedlock.
With her iris glittering with
The portray of storybook wedding.
Might be a cindrella,Snow-white.
Time rolled,rolled,rolled on
Standing in the feet of singles.
Wedlock personified as deadlock.
Zombies are roaming around
Bewildered by "wedlock".
Here no cindrella lives to fill her shoulders
With possibilities and responsibilities.
She buys her boots and slippers of her own
Living in the luxury of friends all around.
In her castle built in the air by her own.
Dreams and wishes do much evolved,
Not in need of a prince to sooth her.
But a jetplane ticket with couple of friends
To chillout in the far island for a summer
For a fortnight trip in her toes.
Wishing for a dance floor in the late evening
And spectators to hear her lawsuit in morning
This is how cindrella lives now after the happy ending
A comma followed by They lived happily ever after
striking the 'they' to 'she' lived joyfully ever after
-Sathya Balakrishnan
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