We 90’s people are imaginary people
I think about fairytale that
Makes me dream about a Prince charming coming in white horse and fight to the world for me!
One who push me to be at my best
One who will shower me with love,
One who take care for me,all the life rest,
One who will panic with the thought of, losing me…
One who will treat me like a princess allover the life…
fight for me, to be his wife…
He will not only surprise me with roses
Will save me from world’s abuses!
But than I realise
The Prince was a Man of destruction
One who love to destroy a flower
Kindness he shows, destruction he covers
The one who think
He is superior he dun need Queen
He is the man, all he seen
Disrespects a woman, because he wasn’t a gentleman
He wants her to be in her life, but not as a wife
He wants her to respect him, even after so many Disrespects.
Caged she felt,
Nothing he left!
Died desires, she burned in fires
She can’t run,
Because she webbed
She can’t fun
Because she begged!
She dreamt of a fairytale
But it was a modern fairytale…..
Where, Kings just want talking dolls…
Whom they keep as a, slave
Demons inside them pave…..
They will take control of your mind and heart
Actually Emotional Abuse, love she felt
He will make you believe you’re the one he dream
He is the one, who Gleams
But a dark shadows of a hurricane!
Darling you dreamt of a fairytale
But he is the one will give you a touch of a modern fairytale!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Er Mukta Agrawal