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And there was a girl fairytales were afraid of;
Once upon a time lived a girl,
Somewhere in the Deccan Peninsula.
No she wasn't extraordinarily pretty,
Neither was she horribly wealthy.
And yet ironically she was the girl
Fairytales were afraid of;
For she never wanted to be a princess,
For she never craved a prince charming.
For she preferred coldness to fake warmths
For she never felt jealousy
At the sight of random beauties
Struggling with their physicality in their fading twenties.
She wore flip-flops and tees faded -
- like yesterday's raindrops,
Decoratinge her self-made
glassy walls.
She was always confined,
Within these boundaries
Of self-doubts.
Had no doors to let anyone in,
Had no rooms
To be filled with yesterday's memorable forgotten sins.
What frightened them the most was ,
She said she loved flowers,
Yet never dressed them on her curly frizzy hairs.
She said she loved roses
But because they carried
Thorns in pairs.
She said she loved flowers,
But not wrapped up as bouquets .
She said she loved flowers
Drooping with pearly waters,
Swaying elegantly amidst the earthy fragrance
On any monsoon day.
And they were afraid!
For her perception of love
Was horribly rare!
She could not be just counted in the usuals,
Not due to her attire I remind,
For she was always dressed in mere casuals.
And again,
Fairytales were abominably scared.
For that girl, she
She is the easiest to hate,
Hardest to relate.
Maybe she was a little insane.
But that girl,
She was and is still
The perfect topic for a debate!
She is fire , she is ice.
She is a delicious blend of sugar and spice.
She isn't that bad, yet was never too nice.
She is the mystery that'll forever
Remain unrevealed,
She is message that was unsent
Before it could be left on seen.
She is the deepest part of Mariana Trench,
Terrifyingly mysterious
And mysteriously terrifying !
Yet, she has sore eyes which never accept to drench.
She is the thirst that'll never just quench.
She has a soul that has half parted already
To some new Wonderland
For the old one wasn't compatible enough
To withstand her witty storm.
And thereby she has a heart that beats
Notes of some distant unrecognised
Foreign land.
Fairytales nightmare this girl
Every passing day,
For they know they're petty lies
Woven together in pretty velvets
To form an illusioned paradise.
And she?
She is eternity
Camouflaged in the biodiversity
Of her dear Deccan land.
She is sun sets and rise combined,
She's raw poetry in disguise.
She's a black hole left unrecognised.
She's beauty that outlaws all dimensions
Of 'fair and lovely' brides.
Therefore , fairytales are horribly petrified
And attempt to erase her name from the history of times.
Well hilariously their fear and insecurity will keep her alive,
Generations forecoming will forever revive
The glory of the lad who outlawed the global standards of FINE.
They would proudly claim:
“Once upon a time,
There lived a girl
Who scared the fairytales! "
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