The Golden Egg Poem by Trailakya Roy

There was a peasant, very poor,
He used to work, door to door.
One day he went to a market,
There he bought a hen at low rate.
Next day he saw in his delight,
A golden egg by the hen's side.
It gave a golden egg everyday,
He sold the egg and was very gay.
Soon he became very rich,
He thanked the hen with warm kiss.
But he wanted all eggs at one single go,
He took a knife and cut the hen so.
He saw only blood inside the hen,
He searched but got not a single even.
He was highly grieved then,
For he lost eggs and even the hen.
He became poorer as time did pass,
Know ye all- Greed is curse.