(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 anything decadent to crass.
I was ready to go on a killing spree,
Did not realize that my greed had better of me.
The closest to me was my beloved wife,
And I didn’t think twice before taking her life.
Now I have the cup and all the tears,
All the sorrows and all the fears.
With the cup in a hand and seated on mount of pearls,
I weep on her dead body, which in my other arm curls.