The destroyed me...

Cinderella

Cinderella she was not..

For neither there was a step mother,not slavery..

But Cinderella she was,for she too had fallen for a prince..

The prince of countless hearts,from a faraway land,looking like Moon,he was the cooling breeze for her burning heart..

Days she spent,weaving a gown,yet when she looked at the woven piece,all that is left behind is scattered pieces

If her heart and soul..

The birds on her rooftop tried to bring a smile on her lips,when she cried sitting alone,

Asking the potted plants,what was in his heart,was she even worthy of his glance...

Was her words worthy of his mark,was her life,so simple that she wondered what life was,worthy of his like..

And every night,her fairy Godmother would show her,him,his smile on her glass ball..

And she would wipe her lonely tear,smile again..

For she was not Cinderella,she never wore glass shoes..

Yet she had left something for him,her heart,made of stone,if he ever noticed it .