The story of an eternal love triangle.
Two friends: Poet and Pain.
They used to live in the same lane.
Getting along with each other,
Like Tears mixing with the Rain.
The poet’s name became known in far off and foreign lands,
His inspiration lying comfortably in Pain’s hands.
The Poet basked in the glory that pain had brought,
As he grew famous, he started having a thought.
“Why do I need Pain by my side?
Because of him I have always cried!
I have heard of this pretty little thing called Joy,
They say it’s a wonderful toy!
I do not need to deal with Pain anymore,
With him I am only sad and feeling sore.
Joy is my newfound love, my friend,
With Joy around, there will be no end!”
The burden of these words fell heavy on Pain,
Now he couldn’t live with Poet in the same lane.
He took the night train for anonymous lands,
Vowing never to return back to the old sands.
Time wore on as it always does,
Till the end and then begins again.
Poet with his new found Joy,
Almost forgot about his friend called Pain.
Then one day, Poet sat down to write,
He asked Joy to sit by his side.
But joy refused, as it was unbound,
It wanted to go and play in the ground.
Poet tried to persuade Joy to all ends,
But Joy stood firm and never once did bend.
He ignored Poet and went out,
That set the poet into thinking about.
“Oh Pain why are you not by my side?
Yes you made me cry but you still inspired me to write!
This pretty little thing called Joy,
Is nothing more than a toy!
Oh pain I need you so bad,
Without you I am no longer sad.
Joy is my newfound doom, my end,
And you are my one and only true friend!”
The thought traveled from one heart to another,
And there returned pain back to his brother.
And as the end of the story goes,
The last I heard, Poet and pain
Were back together again!
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