Full of life Cinderella,

was trapped in a castle,

despite burning midnight oil,

was all caught in a hassle.

She was guaranteed,

her freedom and moon,

but the promise was broken,

and was brought down to doom.

Flying with her own wings,

was all her wish,

for which she shed blood,

and even did the dish.

Once the window was opened,

paving way for rays of sun,

she was although scared,

but all set to run.

But now she is reluctant,

leaving her place,

she is all attached,

even to those scary days.

Rushing is the only shot,

for her wings to be spread,

but what's the value of seclusion,

and eating alone the bread.