This new girl reminds her own reflections from a different time zone,
looking at the magazine she goes down the memory lane –
coming out of her father’s car, she looked like an angel in white frills and lacy gown.
Every man present that day wanted to be her partner for masquerade ball.
Girl with the golden tresses she was called then, eyes deep green ocean
Lips an arcs made for perfect smile, just out of fairy tale when he saw her for the first time!
Betrothed him next day, a match made in heaven – her mother said.
She’s was an overnight STAR – Duchess to a Royal Prince, photos, interviews, coverage all over place.
A life which just began a fortnight ago – full of hopes, aspirations, dreams..
shackled with heavy names and prefixes.
Sitting alone in this lonely castle of two rooms
she cries and wish – If I was Never Born.
Word Count – 150 © Dipika Singh