Once when I was small
Guess it was a fall.
I dreamt of a happy and perfect life
Suddenly came to me, my father's wife
With a stick one her hand
I was afraid to utter a word and
She threw me in a cave.
For hours , I cried hard to escape
When I became quiet
There came a light
At last my mother came
To show me what she earned, more like a fame
Maybe then I despised her
For the mistakes she'd done for
She ignored me when I needed her the most
From then she completely lost my trust
I never became able to dream then
Like fairy tale which seemed insane
It's been years now.
But I still despise to dream somehow.