Captain Hook's Lament


-Shakuntala Sunuwar



I have long black curls till the tips of my hair,
And my majestic moustache extends far from my face.
I have a shiny curved hook for a hand,
And the tick-tock-tick of a clock makes me shudder.
Yes, I am, yours truly, Captain Hook.


Now mention not Peter Pan! Nothing elicits more
Conflicting emotions in me,
Than the mere mention of his name. How can I even begin to explain
That I am more than yours truly, Captain Hook?


Many many years ago, far from Never-Never Land,
I met a young woman with light hair
And fire-green eyes. Oh, those very same
Eyes pierce back at me when I am face to face
With my enemy, my foe, Peter Pan


I told you I couldn't begin to explain,
But I am trying the best I can,
To express how, every time I see him,
I want to tell him that he's got his mother's eyes,
But that's he's got my stubborn, stubborn nose.


But he would never understand,
He is still (and will always be) only a child.
And even though I want to reach out and call him
'My boy! My son!' I must bear arms instead
And make myself no-one's father
But only yours truly, Captain Hook

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