The Apple

This is a poem from a different genre and i ll take good time to complete it :). Any suggestion is welcome. 

The Apple

I had a dream of unknown resonance throttling my soul,

I never slept after that;

I saw Eve with an apple in her hand

She looked at me in disdain

She blamed me for killing God;

But I am a mere mortal struggling for my breadth,

I never knew any other deeds.

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She took me to the bank of Hiddekel;

She held my hand and asked the reason,

I did not kill God,

I have never been to that road,

And I am a mere mortal struggling for my breadth,

I never knew any other deeds.

Oh! Don’t you know my pain?

I am struggling in vain;

I don’t need your apple,

And I know your story,

She kept looking at my eyes,

I am yet to understand that vice.

Spare me for the sake of humanity,

I can feel the pain in my breast;

Leave me alone I want to go home,

Why am I here today in Rome,

She said, you killed God;

It’s now time to unload.

We robed God in the Garden of Eden,

And you killed God now, my plea- please surrender.

You are them all the time; you are the world,

You premeditated and killed him slowly,

And I am here to save humanity;

All I want is universal unity.

To be Continued....please come back to read the whole poem

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