The Mortal of Eden

Wild  and sad,

As if they had bled

Tears the night before.

Searched frantically

In the bushes of Eden

Those two eyes of yore.

They were crying

Without tears.

They were praying

Without prayers.

“What do you want?”

It wasn’t a question,

But a concern.

The eyes looked up

For the voice;

And a shiny tear rolled 

Down his cheek.

In dust he stood

Too stupefied to speak.

“I want to be loved” he said,

Meekly like a feather.

“I do love you.” 

It wasn’t just an answer,

But a concern too.

“I want to be loved” he paused,

“By a mortal.”

It was then that the voice

Said “Be”

And it was then that he knew.

It was she.


About Zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.


  1. You write so beautifully. 🙂 I can’t seem to get enough of your poetry.

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