A STORY
Let me tell you a story so great
That you will fall in a sleep sedate.
That you dream of it in your sleep
And you will cherish it with a zeal very steep.
Once upon a time, when the Earth was bright and new
With fresh air, and muscles held with steely sinew.
There lived a boy and a girl, hopelessly in love
They frolicked about a meadow green and mellow.
The boy was suffering, a childhood disease of heart
The girl was suffering, as her love was about to depart.
One dreary morning, with gloomy clouds overhead,
A sudden stroke, a last throb, and the boy dropped dead.
The girl, crying, clutching her head
Gave a heart-rendering cry of grief.
But her love didn't care to hear her plea
Didn't hear her request to come back, and remained dead.
She went mad with grief
She didn't have any relief
She kept bemoaning her beloved
Who left her bereft and unloved.
This unending misery, this heart-wrenching pain
No way out of it, just to carry it without any gain.
No expectations of ever being happy again
And to just live on, trudging along this world so vain.
How do I explain her pain to you
You, who have never experienced something so crude.
Just imagine boiling oil in your eyes and mouth
A red hot iron melting your skin to puddle and froth.
Each day, the pain intensifies, so much that you want to die.
The girl died, couldn't handle the pain anymore
She did believe in an afterlife, a forsaken lore.
What did she want? To meet her lover?
No, you are wrong, she wanted to meet her Creator.
She wanted to ask Him, why so much pain?
What does he like about it, what does he gain?
He didn't have anything to say, not a word
He looked furtive, guilty at having been caught.
He didn't even apologise, just hung his head.
She didn't blame Him, just asked and asked and asked.
At last, He said - pain purifies your soul.
What kind of answer is this? One that is so foul?
He replied simply, that not everyone can be happy
It is the rule, the system, one that is very crappy.
The answer was so absurd, it made her angry.
He said, tried to pacify by saying even He endured pain.
The answer was actually quite simple, said she
He was resentful, hateful, spiteful.
Or else, why would He allow good people to suffer
And the bad ones to thrive, live and prosper?
He denied the accusations vehemently, but
The Rule of the World is this,
The good people have lives short
The bad ones live long and smart.
As she was crying in the Garden of Elysium
Out came her love from one of the villas.
She was ecstatic to behold him
To have come to meet him over the vistas.
He asked why she was so sad,
Has the world to her been really so bad?
She regaled her view on the unfairness of all.
He laughed and said - she looked at the picture small.
Death is the gift that most covet.
It comes to those who deserve it.
The bad people are punished
They are kept alive.
The good ones all go to Elysium
The bad ones live on, on Earth.
She said that she suffered immense pain,
He said that God saved her again and again.
Death is but the most beautiful phenomenon.
God was just guilty for having you left so long alive
He is not selfish or resentful, He gave you freedom
So you could join me, My beloved, in Elysium.
She smiled, then repented her outburst.
He consoled her, told her to forget it.
God doesn't hold grudges, He pitied your pain
And sent you to me, to be loved again.
This is the story,
Of love and great fury.
The fact that death
Can so liberate
Was the moral of the story.
Pardon me for the details so gory.
The girl and the boy lived happily ever after,
And God smiled at them for being together.
