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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Death did enter thro’ the gateway of Disobedience in the Garden, A separation from the Presence of God existed ‘twixt Heaven and earth, And it was the spiritual separation ‘twixt the One and the ones, First pronounced with the knowledge of Good and Evil, The dethroned first parents chased away with the stigma of sin committed, Where the greenery of Eden then turned barren and pale. Pain and sorrows, the forerunners of Death, scattered pandemic, Sweats and travails thrashed ‘cross human survival, There had been entries and exits enacted on the world’s stage, The rich and the poor, the king and the citizens turned into dust, And it’s the established Law indelibly carved in mystery, And shall end with the End of the world in HIS Coming. I was formed in a woman’s womb ‘gainst my wish, My foetus grew within with the bond of umbilical cord, And it fed my ‘life’ within the wall of cells, Unawares I learnt the truth of death anytime, Yet the aim of death was not fixed then, For I must see the world awhile as destined by HIM. I entered the world as a babe crawling in the arms of my mother, She smiled at me and I smiled at her, I cried at her and she fed me her milk, I was a babe of joy to everyone around me, The meaning of death was veiled unto me, For as predestined I had to enter the world of childhood. Unawares I learnt crawling and walking with a few utterances, Quick flashes of Truth traversed within unawares, Death must have aimed at me, but it missed its mark For my time of exit had not been written in HIS Book, My mind had been still hid with unripe knowledge, So I dwelled in the clothes of childhood till I grew to a boy, The spirit in my boyhood was delighted with the sprightly dance of the daffodils, I was taken to the chamber of letters and diagrams, mixed with pranks, I flew kites and balloons and learnt juvenile skills to scramble through, Thorns must have pricked me with blood oozing out, Tiny vestiges of death must have encountered me, But unawares a shield of protection always travelled with me. Contd
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