( Based on a small excerpt from Khalid Hosseni’s “ The Kite Runner ” ) I used to be a very happy man, Leading a life, the best I can. Blessed with a smart and beautiful wife; What more can I ask, than a perfect life. We didn’t have all the riches on earth, But content that we had more than our worth. People used to say that they envy me, For I used to be cheerful and always in glee. But to change, the things were bound; And it’s then, “THE MAGIC CUP” I found. “I am a mysterious oyster” it said, “Will produce a pearl, if a tear is fed”. I never knew to be sad and sorrow, Was wondering “A tear? Where do I borrow?” I then started looking for the gloom, Unaware that it was to be my doom. I looked around if someone would care, A few tears, if they can spare So that the cup’s veracity I could test, To know how I can use it Best. All my attempts were but in vain; I looked around and found no pain. To resist; too good a temptation the cup was, I was ready to do any...