The Consequences Poem by VIJAY KUMAR ROY

The divine spark
And the mortal image of the Immortal
Being poured all reason
Is the Crown and glory of Creation!

Reaching the zenith of success
Untangling all knots of despair
He forgot his forefather's disobedience
That resulted in losing the eternal bliss.

The serpent is adored in every nook and cranny
And reaps his long cherished fruits in disguise,
He rules over the mortals
And has usurped His throne.

He made falling the nature of the mortals
Whose nadir is unimaginable.
Pleasing and pleasure have become the ultimate goal
And His paved path been misused and abused.

The mother's lap has also become unable
To bear the weight of her grown up progeny,
So her eyes lose tears
And the bell tolls, tolls and tolls in her ears.

(Cite: Roy, Vijay Kumar. 'The Consequences.' Realm of Beauty and Truth: A Collection of Poems. Authorspress,2016, p.19.)