Curse Passes From Gene To Gene Poem by Rabindra Paudel

Good Earth! This deceitful woman is now
rotten in a grave underneath your
tanned skin;
In her living days she was
the most foul of all species on earth.

But curse should pass from gene to gene:
In her summer age
her children dropped
like flies
until no one was left to mourn;
One day she lost her arms
in Jove's Judgmental Accident;
At last she died but she died
a lamenting death -
most horrid of all species on earth:

I was the last man to love her, however:
So these tears! These tears for her.