Heavens forsee the resilience of man
And gifted him the power of tongue
Sweet was the nectar that touched the ear
Sweet was the faith, the youth, the young
Hope was that truth and good
Was spread with the words of the man
So the angels played their golden harp
And the earthly beings all sang
The serpent envied this arrangement
Of this zealous spread of joy
Covertly passed down some greed
Distrust, doubt and decoy
Innocent man not yet corrupted
Fell to this act of treason
And the serpent got the human's tongue
Was etched in life and reason
Till date the venom's spread in man
They Fight among themselves
And limitless is such chaos that
He Fights against himself
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
