The lullaby was to put her to sleep
but eyes weren’t ready to close eyelids –
This is when the Snow White felt love,
but she was, this time, just a white dirty meat.
There was no prince to rescue her fate,
there was no fate to be rescued for her;
and there was no her to have any fate,
as she was just an almighty’s ugly trick:
She laughed and laughed till tears fell out,
then she cried until her pain burst out –
after that there were some silent moments,
before a moment she smiled in a seer proud.
She told her self that no kiss of a frog is needed
to see how beautiful she is in what she is:
She stood up and sang in joy loudly in sore voice,
and her ugly rhythm broke that mirror of no use.
~ Anish Vadhvaniya
