Call me Cinderella

Shweta Agarwal posted under PenMuse-10 Poetry on 2019-08-20



Timid Staying home mom I needed to give them care You only learnt to exploit me Selfish. Seasons Of disrespect Scalded that love, that softness I fought for our doomed happiness Sadly Time flew Children grew up They reflect my stature You still don't expect a change? Foolish! ____ ____