She

She short poem

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None is
Mysterious
Than her,
Keeps coming
Forward
To save
Her greatest foes
Life and honour!

Can anyone
Tell
Who can be
A puzzle
Bigger than her?
It was
She
Who enticed
Adam
To pluck
The forbidden fruit
And enjoy its
Luscious juice.

Innocent Adam
For it
Out of heaven
Was thrown out!
Still she
Stays unhappy
With him
Till date
Still puts up
With him
Day and night
Salute to her
Firm resolve,
She is still
With him
Doesn’t want
To desert him!

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I am an educationist and have penned books in Education, Hindi and English literature. My Hindi novel "Shashwat Prem" is acclaimed by Hindi Academy, Delhi. A book of poems in Hindi published by Parvati Prakashan Indore. My books on Education are : Humour in Classroom, Human Resource Development in Education, Shkshan Kshetriya Manav Sansadhan Vikas and Microteaching. These days I am working on Spiritual Education Management Development.
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