Why was Eve made from Adams rib?
Was she to be emotions queen?
Was she to be his passion or pain?
With fairies face and a confused thoughts.
Adam was made from dust of earth,
Eve from Adams rib, he inert asleep
She was perplexed, for she felt no sense!
And emotion raved, she felt cheated.
A game of love and hate broke out!
Between the man and emotions queen!
Fighting egos, struggle to remain cool,
And try to excel each, to be immune.
With emotions strong, and logic poor,
She enslaves him, by tears and threats!
Her ego controls him and their home!
Makes him a slave, keeps him nailed down.
In virtual world, he is the king!
Has no freedom, to mingle with friends,
Has no right to commune, with none.
Even parents, wait in vain for him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem