Princess

How delicate was born she;

How sensitive was born she!

Pure beauty personified with dignity;

But a bed of roses wasn’t her world to be.

Shallow was her fame;

And false were the claims.

Since childhood she was cautioned about the other lot;

She could be carefree only her thoughts.

She was independent carrying emotional strands;

Aware, others’ wish was her command.

Though acknowledged equal to the other;

Somethings weren’t for her to bother.

An hollow pride of her family she turned to be;

Ohh! as a disguised princess was born she.

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