Cinderella - Not Your Cup of Tea

CINDERELLA - NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA


There she goes, my beauty perfect:
Cinderella - the fairy tale darling ...
Behold her silver skin shimmering
Like that of a fish gliding upon the stream.

Cherish her dreamy eyes,
Her sidelong glance magnetic,
Hope to have her glance at you, you measly guy,
There is nothing but misery in your fate.

She looked jaded some time ago, I swear,
As she washed and scrubbed her sisters' stuff,
But now she walks tall and purposeful,
In control of all she purveys.

Her glass sandals click as she passes you by,
Never slipping once, so skillful is she.
But naturally you cower in the corner -
She's a bit too good for you.

Look in the faded mirror and reconcile;
The marks on your face say the truth -
You are a ravaged man,
And not a Prince Charming anyway.

She is glamorous and you, ugly,
She is a vixen and you, a mouse,
Why do you pine for her and cry,
Forget her now and go back to your shell

The fates have already decided:
You are no match for her,
Drown in your bottle of mead,
Or go and try for someone else.

© Dr. Taher Kagalwala

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