Oscar Wilde’s ‘The picture of Dorian Gray’
Has had a continued impact on my mind, nay,
Held my imagination captive,
Not that I am too naïve,
But well, somehow my imagination ran riot,
With the story’s plot.
The other day, in a ceremony, I stopped by grievously,
Looking at my friend’s picture with a sigh, heavy.
But to my relief, the picture seemed to convey
Something unbelievable; She seemed to say,
Why was I grieving for her, that she was happy,
With not a thing about which to worry,
Far from the mundane world’s burden,
There up in heaven.
Was it my imagination fretful?
Whatever it was, that she is blessed plentiful,
Somehow convinces me that really,
We might experience this state of mind heavenly,
When we leave this corporeal frame,
We call our own, ever hankering for name,
Working like donkeys to achieve fame.