The fallen

Wherefore thou still heed the serpent?

O fool

Its trick got thee banished

From the blissful Paradise.

The serp thrives on thy flaws

Its trap if thou slip into-

Thou water its might,

And feed its intent.

The more thou submit to its hiss

The more the Almighty shalt be displeased

What thy sight deems as charming,

Is a sting from its fang

Which leisurely strolls on thy mind

And upon thy dreams it hangs .

Then soon of thy demeanour

it becomes an inseparable part,

Besieging thy soul

And poisoning thy heart.

No wonder they named thee

the fallen

thy ears have gone deaf to the righteous voice

thy sight fails to perceive what is right

thy soul has lost its will

to resist and fight.