THE PANDORA BOX
I was naive little girl full of life and dreams,
love was meant to be the base of my stream,
I'm the women of substance.
I have proclaimed my life desires,
I handle the ability to build and handle even fire.
I travel the world in the sparkle of light.
My grandeur beautification,
I was made of clay,
So enchantingly were molten my edges,
I was made around the bunch of hay.
I was the daughter of Zeus the God of warm ray.
Given in marriage to Epimethius in a carriage,
Unaware of the evil plan my father had laid,
Prometheus was all nothing but his prey!
The wedding gift was given into the box- which was not meant to open.
I had a terrible temptation,
my curiosity had killed the cat,
I was in a weak lure.
Bustle in the myth!
I opened the forbidden.
Escaped into the world were evil, hate, envy, crime, sickness and disease,
All remained with me hiding inside the box was Hope.
Now human race was left with this only cope!
Jhanak
