Call me Cinderella

Timid
Staying home mom
I needed to give them care
You only learnt to exploit me
Selfish.

Seasons
Of disrespect
Scalded that love, that softness
I fought for our doomed happiness
Sadly

Time flew
Children grew up
They reflect my stature
You still don’t expect a change?
Foolish!
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Shweta Agarwal

Shweta Agarwal is a trained and experienced science teacher. During her teaching days she experienced a brief stint as an editor of a reputed Publishing house. The enigma of words has since captured her, and she now freelances as a blogger and writer. She has authored a mystery novella ‘Why should I be Good?’

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