No human is to be experimented,
To be abused,
To be exploited for your field of desires.
But, a few shallow people before knowing their own depth
tend to cut down other’s length and attire with some satires.
They get used.
They use people.
They do experiments,
They themselves get experimented.
They transfer experiences of shallowness to others.
Everything they touch decomposes.
Decomposition is their love language.
Where acts of service are mere denials.
The door of eden if opened once won’t be closed ever.
The snake in the garden keeps crawling in the crowd.
The innocence of Adam is robbed by the mechaivillan spirit.
The apple of desire becomes the discord,
The thorn stuck in the throat.
But, he was supposed to be loved.
She was too.
Unconditionally, uncontrollably, unfathomably loved.
Do they get the love they deserve?!
Or, instead they reduce their worthiness of love?!
Adam at the brink of ‘Seventeen’ is still the same in his late twenties.
Eve at her fragile ‘Seventeen’ is still the same docile in her late twenties, wonder!
©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
TimeStamp: 1.01 pm, Tagar