I Spend My Days Like Cinderella Poem by Asif Andalib
I Spend My Days Like Cinderella
I spend my days like Cinderella
I want a prince of America
I love to dance like Cinderella
I want to live in America
I squeeze my pillow at night
Thinking of holding him tight
In my arms and in my bed
Why God acts like He is dead
I change the channel of TV
May be He is in the movie
I look for him in the web
But I find nowhere my babe
I have waited for so long
To write and sing a love song
Only for him for the dance
So no one else stand a chance
Very nice poem--the desire of the moth for the star, the night for the morrow.
Only for him for the dance So no one else stand a chance ___ So lovely!
Very entertaining.Here is the waiting, the longing and the hoping which continue in time, a great part of our being human.
Oh the addictive discomfort of longing! A double edged sword. This is adorably childlike, not in the construction, but the memories it unfolds!
This is a very funny poem with a serious social message to it. Thanks for enlightening us Asif!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Oh the sweet discomfort of longing. A real double edged sword. Adorable