Cindrellas, Waiting

With dim-lit diamonds studded in sparkling eyes,

She walks aimlessly in the unfriendly rain

Forsaken by a mother and the humanity,

A living testimony to the society's shame.


With unkempt hairs and sloppy attire,

Could she dare to play with the forbidden toys?

The bare tiny legs walking, struggling to leave impressions on sand

In vain she tries to build a castle of mud; such tiny hands.


Smiles often evade her, above all they need to be earned

The self resists to lament, though treacherous heart yearns,

So fervently she prays every night, for the tide of misfortune to turn,

Questions - the innocent eyes hold; ah, she has a lot to learn!


She stares at the bright, uniformed faces, with a deep forlorn sigh

Much too aware of the glass wall - too thick, too high;

And sometimes in dark nights, this lonely girl shudders with fright,

A longing ensues for a soothing voice, that could have sung her lullabies.


She looks at the florid rainbow; amazed, she wonders-

Can the colours of joy also brighten her dull, grey life?

Gazing at nature and its myriad ways

A thousand silly thoughts in her heart simultaneously transpire.


She summons the li'l bird and quizzes, with a twinkle in her eyes

If she could lend her its wings or take her along for a flight,

For unreached by mortal obligations, away she wants to fly

For she desires to know, if there lies a heaven beyond the mystique blue sky?



With her arms stretched out, she stares at the moon,

As if imploring him in silence, to grant her a boon

She too wants to escape the darkness, bask for a moment in sunshine,

Though deep in her heart she knows, her thoughts are akin to crime.


She can dwell without love, she pleads to be exempted from hate,

Perhaps lacking in virtues, she requests not to be disgraced,

Nurturing some soiled dreams, she lacks strength to fight the battle

Thusly, in this stormy night, with utmost sincerity, she prays for a miracle!


With turmoils and harrowing memories all these years,

Struggling all this while to hold back her tears,

Refusing to quit life's battle without putting up a fight

Yet, tormented by the mirage, she appears tired.



Never having tasted the bliss of joy, will Love take pity on her?

Despite being innocent, why did the Gods turn their back on her?

Amidst all this cacophony though, some fairy tales fell into her outcast ears,

and so waits this Cinderella, for a prince, who would come and wipe her tears...