Aladdin

Saturday 14 February 2026
poetry

Aladdin, the Street‑wise Dreamer

In the maze of a dusty bazaar he wandered, a rag‑clad youth with dreams bold as the night’s sky. His world was the alleys of crowded streets, the smell of spice, the hum of lorry wheels, and the distant clink of a silver tinkler.

One evening, mess‑packed with moonlight’s kiss,
he crept in, brash as a fledgling jester,
and found a old brass lamp—polished through ages,
its surface etched with stories, its scent a whisper of silk.

With trembling fingers he rubbed, the dust swirling, and from the lamp a glow, as if the stars had fallen, and the Genie, a comic rumour‑minded soul, unfurled his tricks like an overdue programme.

“Three wishes,” the Genie boomed, voice like thunder, and the world became a stage for the brave. A palace was born from emptiness, his future a glittering empire of glistening gold.

Aladdin, with his lad full of courage,
chose his first wish for an airplane’s ticket— no, that would be absurd—
he asked to learn the ways of wealth and royal courts, to climb the polished stairs of fortune.

The second, a bit more flirtatious,
for the silver thread of love. He wanted the one who will smile like a sunrise over the dunes,
the beautiful Sultan’s daughter—was her name actually Aspasia?
She seemed more like a woman strapped with kindness than a princess in polished robes.

But the final wish? He looked at the lamp and realised the glass was all he owned,
his heart he was already proud of, nor that of a million‑dollar figure. So he requested that the Genie return the lamp to the lamppost in the market.

When the lamp was closed, the lamp disappeared – so the Genie’s smile faded too.
Aladdin was left with a grateful humter mind, the truly colourful humor in the golden palace would never vanish.

And at night under the Arabian stars, Aladdin dreamt of his humble childhood,
he remembered his home, the only khaki carpet he owned,
but the rope, the lamp, and the favourite man in his heart.

He walked down the market with his sparkling glowing heart, Until the most deserving trick to your imagination became a reality.

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