The Quest Was On
The first morn’s yellow flames pulsated
Over the sliver sky’s infinite flank.
Adam, the blessed father of mankind,
Opened his wheat-toned eye lids;
Garnished with golden lashes,
And the delicate membrane gave way
To the heavenly light and air to begin
Their mission in due skill with senses !
Proclaiming and praising the splendor
Of The Merciful, and expressing gratitude
Did he bow on the season-less ground,
While The Bountiful had his mastery
Explained to the Angels and ordered
To prostrate before His new creation!
All , save Satan, did instantly obey the Lord,
While the soothing glory of the lofty house
Witnessed that ecstatic occurrence ever;
Though the epic malice unto man
Was instilled by the Outcaste,
Man’s Quest had its run ‘ON’ since then.
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