From God's belly button
a lotus sprout
On it sat the creator
God asked him to stretch out
He found him helpless
in doing the job
In utter despair
His heart throbbed
He knew no other
Therefore, he was sad
He meditated
He needed a launchpad
He himself into two split
A man and a woman in kit
You are free to give a name
A picture in your mind frame
They could be the Adam-Eve
Or may have been Manu-Satrupa
As the stories religions weave
At stages in diversity the life loops
At first cooled down mother earth
Prepared bed for rest and food to eat
To the early couples, it gave treat
To procreate, and dance, a divine feat
Code for regions and seasons devised
Flora and fauna for them designed
A different lifestyle to regions assigned
Keeping in mind the land and clime
With the passage of time
Now we have cross breeds
With engineered gadgets
Sort out the religious weeds
Fatherhood of God
And brotherhood of man create
Let there be religion of mankind
And life set straight
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