A merry face, he smiled and laughed;
He Jumped and hopped, in merriment he pranced and danced.
Crashed, his mother’s china, his father’s pots;
Slashed his arm, bruised his knee and merry thoughts;
“The witch’s curse has shackled my soul!” he blurted out;
The smallest joy was since plagued with doubt;
The lad now knew nothing but to work hard and true,
With a frown as crisp as the forehead furrow grew;
With a deep, thoughtful purse of his lips,
He laboured through life, from his brow as sweat dripped;
Winning every battle, earning accolades and wealth,
He built a family, a home of heart and health;
“The curse has worn off, I shall now drink and dance!” he said,
Crashed his mother’s china, his father’s pots, his soul forever dead.
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Louly.
Reminded me of something Roald Dahl would write.
Style, and content wise.
Amen. Lost for words.
Roald Dahl would be saying too much. I read him by the way. There is no way I can not like him.
@ Shraddha
Danke
Is this ‘No reference to any character living or dead. Any similarity is purely co-incidental’ type?
I read it thrice. Not because I did not understand but because I felt nice every time I read.
It is exactly that
Personally I felt hollow every time I read it.
I loved how it ends the way it starts just like an Iron Maiden song
Loved the story narration like poem as well
mere ko kuch samjha hi nahi. i think im brain dead
I just read again..I so love this!!!!
Bherry nice!