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Dec 2016
Thunder, lightning and rain ceased.
They peeped out of a cave.
Bright sunlight flooded the earth,
air was cool and birds chirped.

As they came out a voice echoed in air,
‘O, my reflected souls,  
I've infused the nature in you
contain the flame of want and live blissfully.'

They were made of simplicity, love and trust.                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
So long they had no want.
There were plenty of fruits in the Garden,
a river quenched their thirst
birds and butterflies gave them company.
They lived here with toil, love and compassion.
                          
Winter came- everything turned white.
With white hunger they searched for food                
their need, reasoning and will,
gave birth to Satan,
who came forward and said,
'The Garden of Eden is for all.'
He took them to the other part of the Garden
where eternal spring reigned,
offered them the God's fruit with a smile.
The Age of want and logic began.

19th Dec.2016
Written by
Sumit Ganguly  Kolkata, India.
(Kolkata, India.)   
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