Thou Art Such A Killjoy Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

If ye wish me never that fruit to taste —
Recall your tempting lure of Eden Garden,
You would never ‘pon world such allures paste,
But help me make my mind and senses harden.
Thou hast appealing traps to life crafted,
Conjured and forged out a forbidden fruit,
Let loose sins weed-like grown in human head,
‘Pon sowing seeds ensured they take firm root.

Adam and Eve earliest victims were
In Garden of Lure, mankind's oldest bait,
But scarce have ye made sure that man takes care,
Poor prey to a scheming hunter in wait,
To thee world's field of sport and men must play
Per killjoy's schemes, succumb to Maya's say.
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One can't help wondering sometimes seems if God is no better than police that lets you commit a crime and then comes to catch you. Is not He a killjoy letting us into, enticing to sins and then punish us?
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Sonnets | 02.12.07 |