The Diamond Necklace

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''The Diamond Necklace''

Her name was Matilda Loisel,
She was Mr. Loisel's wife.
She was never satisfied,
Never happy with her life.

Rich life to show off
Was her greatest desire.
Her dissatisfaction had 
Driven her haywire.

Mr. Loisel was content with
What he had and what he earned.
He valued what he did and 
What he could and what he learnt.

A prestigious party invitation
Once came Matilda's way.
Mr. Loisel brought it home, thought
''It will make Matilda's day๐Ÿ˜€''

''Let's go!'', he said, ''Matilda,
Let's go, you and me.
There will be rich people, 
What a dream it will be!๐Ÿคฉ''

''No!'', cried Matilda,
''I won't go with you, I won't!
For I don't have a dress to wear
To the party, no I don't!''

Mr. Loisel said to her,
''Wear your best dress.''
''No,'' said Matilda,
''I will look like a mess.''

''I want to buy a new one,''
Her husband she told,
''For I don't think the dress you like
Is anything more than old.''

Mr. Loisel gave his savings
For Matilda, to purchase
A new dress like she wanted,
To do justice to her grace.✨

So Matilda had a new dress
When the day of the party came.
But the look on her face was
Still dissatisfied, the same.

She said to her husband,
''I'm sure that you don't care,
If I am in despair
With no jewellery to wear!๐Ÿ˜ž''

Mr. Loisel suggested her
Ways to improve her look.
The best suggestion was the one
That Matilda took.

Matilda went to Madame Forestier
Who was her rich friend,
To ask her if, to Matilda,
A jewel she could lend.

Matilda loved her jewels,
But one of them was great.
It was a diamond necklace which
None could ever hate.

Matilda borrowed the necklace
And no longer did whine.
With the new dress๐Ÿ‘— and jewel๐Ÿ’Ž,
She was on cloud nine.

With Mr. Loisel, Matilda
Went to the party at night.
And no doubt about it,
She stole the limelight.

None of the men present there
Had to think twice,
To talk to her, to dance with her,
To tell her something nice.

On and on went the party,
With all the guests invited.
And Matilda was very clearly,
Very clearly delighted.๐Ÿ˜Š

At 4 o' clock in the morning
The party was finally over.
Mr. Loisel's excitement was
Every bit lower.

He quickly reached home
with Matilda and was tired.
But happy that his wife had got 
What she had desired.๐Ÿ˜Œ

Matilda at her home wanted
A final look at her glory.
She stood looking at the mirror, and
HERE'S A TWIST TO THE STORY.

''My necklace!'' shouted Matilda,
''It's missing, it's not there!''
Her shocked husband quickly started 
Searching everywhere.

He couldn't find it anywhere,
And finally gave up.
''I will replace it,'' he said,
''With what I can save up.''

A diamond necklace at a shop
With a very high cost;
Mr. Loisel found it like 
The one that they had lost.

Thirty-six thousand francs
Was the diamond necklace's price.
Loisel had eighteen thousand
Which could not suffice.

From many money-lenders
Mr. Loisel borrowed money.
To return the money back later
Wasn't a job so funny.

Matilda gave the necklace
Which Mr. Loisel bought
To Madame Forestier, Matilda's
Poverty increased a lot.

The Loisels worked hard
To pay the debt so frightful.
Matilda sometimes thought of
''The party..It was delightful!''

In a decade all the debt
Was fully restored.
Now there remained few things
The Loisels could afford.

While taking a walk one Sunday,
Matilda saw and gasped with fear,
''She's still so young and pretty,
She is Madame Forestier!''

Matilda now looked old and like
The woman of a poor household.
Forestier didn't recognise her till
''I'm Matilda!'', she was told.

Madame Forestier cried, ''Oh dear!
You have changed very much
Since I last saw you after which
We just lost touch.''

''I know'' said Matilda,
''And its all because of you.
The necklace I returned, you see,
Was not the one I had to.

The day I wore it to the party,
I just had it misplaced.
The one I returned to you, my friend,
Was the one that I replaced.

The replacement, though, was
Not an easy thing.
That necklace of diamonds
Cost my husband everything.

But I'm happy that it was
Not easily perceived,
That the necklace was different,
Not the one I'd received.''

Madame Forestier was touched,
She took Matilda's hands,
''Mine were false diamonds,dear,
Just worth five-hundred francs.''

๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ


๐Ÿ–‰Shravani Kelapure

[ ''The Necklace'' is a Story by French author Guy de Maupassant, I have converted it to a poem. ]


 




 














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  1. Urvi Shiras21 March 2022 at 22:46

    I read this poem sometime ago when I didn't know the story but I stumbled on it when I have English exam tomorrow. This such a great way of putting forth the lesson and enjoying it. It is definitely a beautiful story and an even more beautiful poem made from the story!! <33

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  2. Shravani Kelapure22 March 2022 at 22:54

    Thank you, I'm glad you liked it 8-)

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  3. Shravani Kelapure22 March 2022 at 23:00

    You can also share it with some other of your friends(who may have read the story), as a poem isn't as boring as a 4 page chapter๐Ÿ˜… I had found the chapter very boring personally, so I decided to put an end to the sufferings of future readers of the story ๐Ÿ˜

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