As she closes her eyes,
She delves in a world that hides.
Where the bright sun reflects on her face,
As if it is unveiling some haze.
Where flower laden way would welcome her feet,
And the plants would dance to her beat.
Where all seems perfect and nothing is wrong,
And life to her is a merry song.
Where she is her own queen,
And lives what she dreams.
But to her dismay, reality is not the same,
Infact it is a convoluted game.
For one is indebted to equal share,
Whether its love or despair.
And one has to face ups and downs,
Before one owns the crown.
There is success and fails,
Because darling its life,not a fairy tale.