Despaired Snow white was standing alone,

in the middle of broken bridge,

The bridge connecting her two worlds,

filling day and night with fidge.

One end symbolises freedom,

the moments of true existence,

the moments without fence,

the moments with happy sense,

paving way for upcoming moves of dance.

The other end is suffocating,

hands tied with rope,

life without any hope,

its just hard to cope,

But is story of past 25 years of mop.

Any erudite will staunchly guide,

to cross the bridge and get over pain,

Blooming blossoms are other side,

Else they will go in vain.

Snow white is all mazed up,

To cross the bridge or not?

Will the flowers on the other side,

will always bloom and never rot?

Will going against nature,

Will kill her and her soul?

Or this concrete bold step,

Will change the court for the ball?