The Cupcake

I’m a deprived and miserable cake,

They put me in the oven to bake,

Feeling the heat, I started to shake,

Watching others, I had a heartache.

Slowly my size started to increase,

But than they thought me to freeze,

They cut me in layers with ease,

Filled me with cream and cheese.

They opened the door and I started my life,

Frosting me with a silver knife,

Decorating me with candies and fruits,

Now I look like the Rajput’s.

Lifting me up, she took off my wrapper,

Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her,

Opening her mouth with shiny teeth inside,

This was the day this cupcake died.