She cheated on me. In the movie—
Not in the book—the loving pages
Lovers of literature will always preserve.
Editors and publishers’ wages
Will forever cherish our love.
Lovers of love will make our book theirs.
If you fall prey to the movie, you get what you deserve.
The producer of the film wanted the film to reflect
His soul—not a beautiful one, with all due respect.
The soundtrack was popular, and the movie sold.
Our serene love would have left audiences cold.
The Oscar award which everyone prizes,
Was pinned on the actor twisting in his surprises.
But read the book. It opens with the following:
“One day I saw a woman wearing a T-shirt
With one word in large letters—
Maybe it was stupid, or maybe it wasn’t that bad,
But why did it seem inevitable
That she—wearing a shirt with the word, SOUL—turned out to be sad?”