The pool glistened in wet moonlight, wearing a haze like in an ***** eater's vision. the deep blue waters that lay still has something to tell one would think, he was glad to see such clear water, that reminded him something vague
"Answer my questions" from the pool intoned a voice "before stepping in to this water, your ablution can wait a bit, would you like to taste this water, and find out its origin, if you could, then step in" "Why not" he replied with confidence, "I am enamored by this sight, such loveliness makes one forget pain of every kind now, let me know it a little better" when his tongue touched the water just once, a flash struck, remembrance came rushing towards him like the curse of tsunami waves,
her pearly tears it were, collected on its own, for many years. he sat by the pool, guilt ridden torn apart by grief, cruel vultures, till the moment his eyes fully dried, he was let out from the house of pain.