Apparently, she was a glory.
The cage she lived in was so lonely, always protected
The holes in the cage ensured fresh air in for her
Was she happy to be inside?
Apparently she was for others,
But she dreamt of flying someday.
A prince she wanted as she had read in the fairy tales
who would come, elope her and show her the beauty of freedom.
It happened just in stories,
she wished silently to create one such fairy tale.
One day a simple yet sharp boy
comes to her rescue, loves her tremendously.
Listening to her heartbeats
Knitting her stories in his mind
She called him best-friend, sometimes love
he called her a dream
His only dream was to fulfil her dreams
She believed it happens only in fairy-tales
Maybe, she was wrong
Falling in love with him
was an embrace to freedom
In his arms she met her dreams..