Birthright Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Evil holds its sway on the world
As soon as we surrender sheepishly
Our own crown which adorn us deservedly
The crown thunders out our power and glory
To the resplendent skies and beyond
Be ourselves, dignified beings capable of humanity
No serpent would dare enter our garden lovely
And spoil its loveliness and make it accursed
Instead, humans would tempt darklings into light
And convince themselves of blessedness, their birthright