The Magic Bench

I was sitting peacefully on the cute wooden bench on the beach

Happy like everything I’d ever wished for was well within reach

The reason for this was not far to seek, for, against all odds

I had unknowingly managed to park myself on the magical bench of the Norse Gods


This was the bench, you see, on which Loki used to sit in Class Four

But when the class teacher gave the bench to his brother Thor, Loki could take it no more

He had been fine with his brother getting more sweets from their mother

And he was even OK with their father treating him as if he was the son of another


But his bench had always been his, to be sat on in any fashion or style

It was on this very bench that he had practiced and mastered his evil smile

So when the teacher allotted the bench to his new favourite student

Little did he know that it would be the genesis of many a catastrophic event


This led to the brothers’ first fight ever, and an enmity that would last a life-time

To get back at Thor for the bench, Loki would not balk at committing any crime

But during all the conspiracies and fights, in Asgard or on Earth

Everyone seemed to have forgotten the bench’s true worth


For the Norse God Loki’s love for the bench, and his longing, had rubbed off on it

It transferred great magic, ancient and awesome, if only one could locate it and sit

And that is why, dear readers, while you can see the pretty girl in the pink jacket, and a slight tan

Try as hard as you like, you cannot see the one sitting next to her, yours truly, The Invisible Man






About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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