The Fable
Long ago, she used to be very joyous
Having all the bliss of life
But a happening occurred suddenly
And stole all her glee
A childish, joyful, mischievous, annoying girl
Got replaced into
A girl filled with melancholy
Turning all her mischiefs into mourn
Holding no reason to survive
As her forebears turned into newcomers
Having no hold, right, affection and fondness
Owns turned into foe
Ruining herself from inwards
Now living a span
Filled with starin, hopelessness and lovelessness
Making her empty and heavy-hearted
Effecting her to replace own's identity
From a childish to cheerless girl
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