Riddle Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Feeling really sorry for a past misdeed
And a firm resolve never to repeat
Is extolled in the Scriptures Sacred
As the alchemy turning a sinner into a saint
The saviour affirms he is in search of the sinner
Man cannot fall into the vile pit miserable
Where there is bitter weeping and gnashing of teeth
Unless in foul play he puts out his eyes first
In a bid beastly to extinguish any flash emergent
Yes, he is a victim of the legendary serpent
Who banished him from the blissful Garden blest
Nostalgic stirrings burn him in fury bitterest
How can Man forgive the Serpent, O Lord, whom you created?