The world’s a stage
The Eden mutation remains intact
The world infertile enraged
The Eden still out of sight for mortals
The world created with wonders unfathomed
By mortals mind obscure
Glorious firmaments in actuality
All perfectly installed in their fold
Creatures with their perfect state in perpetuity
A garden He planted on earth’s circle
Decked of all goodies, dainties, beauties untold
Whose marvelous designs beautifies the earth surface
Prettiness, firmness of foundation stood eternally unshaken
Man’s first milk fed in this paradise garden-
Man laboring in the garden exhuming pollutions
Though man’s lonely hands were unable to dress the garden further and alone
With which the Creator Owner entrusted to his care and keep
In firm volition of cometh-see
‘helpmeet’-, share with me the partition of this labour
Be loyal and in honesty crowned with all dignity
Together, we perfect the garden’s delight for to please but the Creator
Lest we falter, float in fatigued air like atrocious winds
Tattle-tale! All she’s and remains same still!!
She’s as dust carried by wind to unknown destination
To mutter out what’s not expected of her personality
To mutilate the great dignity of masculinity cogitation
She refuses being coincided though, compassionate she seems
She gave grudgingly to enhance the laborious portion meant for two
But all disintegrate the out-cometh-see.
All consequences in the lack-lustre sense of nocturnal inclination
She floods everywhere like a dreaded sea
Till she encamped in the enemies camp unknown
Poured out all that’s stored up stealthily in her mouth roof as of sea
Due to easily influential tickling by the chief enemy clamped
Thus, masculine faith faltered and drop like fried up figs’ leaves
When deceitfulness surrounds man
His masculinity unduly withered as dry winter leaves
When snubbingly entering into the snare of his beloved maiden
Feminity still unchanged from being tattle-tale
Why was thou ever created?
Why wast thou ever made a masculine companion?
You are not condemned but it’s only a corrective tale
But to correct your erroneous stains on masculinity!
Who can turn to be a stealthy-keeping –maiden?
Who can be resistant of not floating like dust on air?
Who would retrieve words in store of secrecy among the maidens?
Why wast thou ever carried away by wind like dust on trailing air?
Tattle-tale! Why not stop you betrayal plot!
Many are cut down by your forgery!
Many are led astray by your lots!
Why not remain in-futile without any secret forgery!
Tattle-tale!! Blot out your sugar-coated tongue!
Reminiscence the sterling qualities of sense of humour
Expected of by Feminity of greatest glamour with no flattering tongue
Make life sweeter, endearer, brighter, joyous, happier, better for all and sundry
Altogether lovelier to enhance both masculine and feminine essence of living together.
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