Life was so delightful like a chocolate box in my wonderland.
There was a magic pool of pinky lotus which was my magic wand.
I used to get wings whenever I wanted to fly amongst the cloud's strings.
I used to be the happiest and the least overwrought for other things.
Self care was my priority or, to say it was self pity.
Wholesomeness of goodness was witnessed by viewers.
Life was like a true fairy tale where many angels wanted to be citizens of my sphere.
I let them in and they illuminated my wonderland in rich.
I failed to notice that amongst them there was also a witch.
I slowly envisaged my wonderland was getting twitched.
I ventured hard to find out the reason, nothing was fetched.
I rushed overhastily towards the pool to get my magic wand.
There I saw that witch gripping it in her hand.
I commanded her to return it back.
But she tried to suck it in her hard black sack.
She was about to fly off with her magic broom.
I tried hard to catch her up amongst her spread...