Stink of Sin

I can scarcely understand
how sin entered into the world!
This is something I know not
nor is it what bothers us,
the winged fairies,
spreading the spirit of fraternity,
love and peace all around.

Even as I am laid on leaves
which would feed me for days,
good nature is there beside me
to hold me in her gentle palms,
and let me be warmed by her heart,
to see life anew –
from the egg to see light!

What a joyous moment for me
to come out of the shell,
to enter into the wonderful world!
I could still hear the cry
of the by-standers yelling at me –
why are you born here?
There’s no place for you
in our tiny little world!

The wicked people stand by me
even as I emerge out of the egg!
No one bothers to help me –
neither my parents, nor relatives.
It’s a lonesome journey,
and alone will I discover
every nook and cranny of this world.

There is enough room for me
to curse everyone on earth,
for turning a blind eye on me,
for letting me find my own way!

This is not the world I imagined,
even as I contemplated with Hamlet
to be or not to be!
This is not the paradise
which Adam and Eve lost,
and which I decided to regain!

There’s sin stinking all around,
and even the people look at me
as if I am the stink!
Alas, they know not stink is in them,
and I am by a sympathizer,
who would help them get out
of the wretchedness the lived in,
if only they were ready for it.

Even as the angels ventured
to walk out of the heaven’s gates,
I was there to stop them for a while,
and ask them this moot question :
Beasts can’t understand beauty,
let alone appreciate it;
what made the beauty into beasts?
Even as they pondered over this,
I was sure of one thing –
sin still stinks in the world.

Even the virtuous bear the stink,
and I look at the Master longingly
to send showers of mercy on them,
to wash the sinful stink away,
and bring back beauty into the world!