The Joker cried..

A boastful pompous brother bereaved on his sister right from her birth. His eyes never had the affection she wanted, his presence never had the feeling of security she desired, his words never had the comfort she admired. One fine day he lost himself to gambling. Owing to the casino, he stone-heartedly hawked his unknown treasured gem to the world of beasts. She solicited but all went in vain. Years later, the callous man was a destitute and starved for a square meal. The joker cried recognising the faint figure from a distance, the unknown treasure whom he hustled to hawks, being honoured by the world. Remorse filled and bliss shined in his eyes as he squinted back at life.