Forbidden Fruit Poem by Abhay Vignesh Liginlal

Every hope is a delusion until transformed into a reality
Where you are today and where you will be tomorrow will never matter
Only where you were yesterday and where you are today is a matter of honour
For the latter question is pregnant with the former when even a friend is a stranger today,
If you put your father in distress now there is justice if you are so in your old age
Then your father’s misery followed him yesterday in his wicked youth
To surface through you at the hands of his fathers grandchild
Then god’s logic will be never ending and irrational,
Perhaps you read the wrong lines or this is what is the curse on your forefathers
For the rich man will become poor after he loses what he gained
The poor man will become rich after he gains what he never lost,
The rich young man is poor with emptiness of abundance
The poor old man is rich with abundance of emptiness
The poor old man was the rich young mans father
The young man is a prince who inherited wealth from his father, the pauper
The old man was once a young prince who inherited wealth from a poor father,
The witches hurl at themselves spells hurled in between parallel mirrors
Every hope is to regain the paradise
Which will remain a delusion, until the forbidden fruit is forgotten.