Rapunzel in captivity, dark abyss with forlorn grief
Pondering if freedom was as herculean as it seems-one with shallow relief
Damsel in distress like a paper creased with no hope to keep
Oh! How she longs for the unknown peace as she murmurs words of hope before she sleeps
It seems to me that Rapunzel has been nothing but oblivious to the harsh realities that await
Trifle notions bedecked with hate that overcast her clouded allusion like fate
She indiscreetly yearns for the humane face, one for love and one for strickening hush
Finding a way around the bar. If I were her and she were me to escape would be no rush
A deafening breeze beckons Rapunzel of her painful solitude
Betraying her fragile heart to the lost days of the lively woods
Damsel in distress like a patient listener with the urge to chortle at the mindless chatters
Oh! How she longs for the treacherous comfort envisaging a soul before her yen shatters
It seems to me that Rapunzel has been nothing but ignorant to the charade they behold
Misanthropic. I may seem to be rebuking her for the angst she feels for a demeanor so cold
She foolishly yearns for the humane face, one for strength and one for egregious parody
Fret not dear for the cage. If I were her and she were me- savoring every moment of silent melody
Hours would be spent by me away from the blazing noise, a step towards glee
Letting serenity engulf the waring mind like a gentle sea
Alas! I call myself-shuddering reality unyoking me of fairy land
Bliss slips from the tender hand like particles of viscous sand
If I were you and you were me, for a day not too long
Gentle breeze lifting my spirit,where stifled emotions wouldn’t be wronged
Ujjesha Vashisht
Class: 11-B
Apeejay School, Pitampura