Fairytales

Fairytales. Something so fascinating and beautiful. Nothing can be so perfect. That is what we generally think. We see the nice castles, flowing dresses and the prince charming. But I don't. I used to, now I only see the reality behind it. The reality that is so harsh and to bring it into our lives we were given the spell of magic as ithe mask. I am not ready to belive in them or tell the children these fairytales. I don't want them to learn what we learnt when we were young. I don't want to believe in a false world because there are no "happily ever after". I hope it is conveyed in the best way through this poem.

Indeed, they are mesmerising
In the dearth of reality
With illusionistic icing
On the story of a girl
Or a prince or a beast
Who knows what they mean
We fall asleep and care the least.

A tinge of reality i saw
Years after the innocence
And what did they teach?
That was a harsh reality though.
A girl fit for the throne
Is beautiful and fair.
A beast can dare
And she has to accept
His beastly layer.

Or the ugly, creepyfrog
Demanding a kiss
For a prince in the shell
Is ready to shine
But what about the princess?
Would you reward the kiss,
Mr. Prince! If she is a mess?
Devoid of beauty
a beast or some slime?
If the answer in yes is a lie,
better create a distance
Between the prince and I.