Okay.So,heya peeps. :)And as I said this month I'll be writing things related to colours.
Well,for all those who couldn't guess the colour out of the caption,I'm writing about Pink.
Nowadays,pink is referred to as a 'girly colour' but I don't think so.Pink is a very lively colour.It also stands as a symbol for girl power.Also pink is a really happy,independent colour. It's just so admirable.
Anyway,so yes.This blog is a short poem on a girl who has made a satin rose dress and has a miserable life.
She dreams,like any girl,that she would meet her prince one day.So she wears this dress and waits for her prince everyday beside a window in her tower.
Hope you guys like it-
That Girl with the pink satin Dress
Shread's of satin filled the room
the days were dull and the nights gloom,
but she wouldn't stop working,on that dress
she thought would win the hearts of many princes.
but she wouldn't stop working,on that dress
she thought would win the hearts of many princes.
Those frilly pink bottoms sighed,
with little bows,they were tied.
Her mother's necklace would suit her best,
with her tiny pink satin dress.
Oh!How she dreams of those happy old days
when she was free,to move,work and play
But that witch who tortured her
made her stay in the tower,here
Years passed by,her life became like a dried leaf
Oh dear.
Yet she dreams big, and dreams like any girl
that a prince would come and rescue her
and in spree she would twirl.
Yes.That girl with pink satin dress
dreams of getting married,still.
Although the chances of getting her life back,are nil.
She wears her dress and looks the best
waiting for the prince to save her,
from this filthy place,from this dreaded life
and far away from this tower.
She sits by the window everyday,
lost in her thoughts
believing that a prince would come taking her hand
and offering her a pink flower.
For all those who don't know,I wrote this poem.
So,that's it for today.
with little bows,they were tied.
Her mother's necklace would suit her best,
with her tiny pink satin dress.
Oh!How she dreams of those happy old days
when she was free,to move,work and play
But that witch who tortured her
made her stay in the tower,here
Years passed by,her life became like a dried leaf
Oh dear.
Yet she dreams big, and dreams like any girl
that a prince would come and rescue her
and in spree she would twirl.
Yes.That girl with pink satin dress
dreams of getting married,still.
Although the chances of getting her life back,are nil.
She wears her dress and looks the best
waiting for the prince to save her,
from this filthy place,from this dreaded life
and far away from this tower.
She sits by the window everyday,
lost in her thoughts
believing that a prince would come taking her hand
and offering her a pink flower.
For all those who don't know,I wrote this poem.
So,that's it for today.
Hope you liked my poem.Keep on reading my posts.
See ya.
See ya.

