THE SPECIAL THREE
It was a bright orange world,
where lived three friends thick.
They couldn’t suffice life without
each other in a world so sick.
They lived on each other’s hard
work and spent very much less.
They broke bread under the same
roof, just them, and no mistress.
One thunderous day, a single file
of light graced down on them and
they woke up from their deep exile.
Everything around danced gracefully,
and their eyes cheated on them to
make them grimace around painfully.
One said, “Let’s get out of this horrid
place and save ourselves before some
god makes our pure and only roof torrid.”
One of the other two nodded the head
in belief and wonder, and started packing
to leave the roof where they broke bread.
The last one blatantly refused to even budge,
but the other two were over their heads
and decided to leave and left without grudge.
After several days of the mysterious light
incident, the two that left decided to return
to their once humble abode in the night.
They were surprised to see their abode
still intact, and they started searching for
their other friend, with senses blown and wide.
They couldn’t find the other friend very
easily, and sat there knowing what not
to do next. They looked like bad fairies.
From where they sat, they saw a bright light
and they decided to go towards it, and get
a glimpse of it, to make sure they were right.
When they reached there, they were stunned
to see their other friend with a halo around the
head. The other friend said, “Nice to see you
both here, I am now immortal because I refused
to budge from here that day and now you both
will die someday. I also realised our names.”
Their names were Melancholy, Joy and Pain.
Melancholy and Joy were the mortal ones.