Adam and Eve- who are they
But life and death put to stay
In the temple of God as they will.
And what is will, but a prick sublime
That one feels in his heart every time
When he does a thing good or bad
As motivated in the mental pad.
 

My love, we are one, part and parcel
Of the self same soul so pure.
No scope is there to conspire
Or conceal anything word or deed
From my love and for thee the same mead
Together we live together dine
Together die a dictum fine

But what did Eve do
In that earthy garden wherein is shielded
Fruits so sour, bitter or sweet.
Distracted by ignorant self-will
Retracted though by prick of conscience
Tasted she the bitter fruit forbidden
Concealed, breaking oath so bidden.
Thus courted death- Eve of Adam,
Eve- the life of Adam, not a dame.
 

© 2008 Anuj Nair.

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