Lost Life

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.