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 dark gloom.
Someone took me in their rough, harsh hands and threw me far.
I fell in to deep, painful sleep, but when I woke up, I was full of scar.
My wonderland had lost its glow.
All its magical powers stopped their flow.
I am tied now, I can no longer fly.
Still I don't know who's that unshorn hand was even after a thorough spy.
I was lost in sizing up my drained and dried magical pond.
Felt on my shoulder someone's cold hand.
I acclaimed it in no clear but suddenly fell down from my thought.
I was alarmed as this touch reminded me of the past plot.
It was my best friend.
Who assured me that this worry would end.
I gave her a non-consensual smile.
I had no good strength to put a hope on the trail.
Time was criss-crossing on those toilsome days.
Mind could not rest as it had to walk on the tracks to quest after the answers in many unknown ways.
My friend whom I believed in so deep.
On an exclusive day she illustrated her own creep.
I was then taken aback.
How can she bind me in her ruthless hack.
The rough hands for which I traced were hers.
I couldn't believe it, but the truth was in her fears.
I let her go with a minimal fight.
But it made me strong, and I bottled up all my emotions tight.
Some Angels sided up with me to tell what is wrong and right.
I was ready to arm the conflict to bring back my wonderland's lost enticing trait.
Fighting still with a hope of winning over the witch.
To illuminate the wonderland with my wand's switch.


© Vidya Rao