Uma Ram


A Creative Curse - Poem by Uma Ram

A CREATIVE CURSE…

God molded dust
Into man
Blew into his nostrils
Thus gave him life;
He took a rib from him
Gave it a form,
Hence was the
Woman created-
She was created
By a man - GOD
From man,
For man,
She lived -
With a man,
For a man,
She shared
The forbidden fruit too,
With her man,
For she was too selfless,
To eat it all by herself-
He enjoyed
Her company;
But …
The curse alone
Was only for
THE EVE'S RACE
As God too was
A MALE-
A BIASED CHAUVINIST! ! !

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Topic(s) of this poem: man, woman


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 22, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 21, 2016


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