The first mortal woman came on Earth,

With beauty unmatched, given by the gods.

“Pandora”, they called her,

“All gifts” it meant,

But it was so unfortunate,

That she was merely a pawn of the great punishment of gods.

 

She came down, holding a jar.

A gift by Zeus,

“No matter what, do not open it”, he firmly addressed.

She vowed to obey, 

But deep inside, curiosity stirred within this mystique woman.

 

She tried resisting, but the whispers grew

Every single day, her mind filled with doubt

Her thoughts entangled, her mind puzzled,

Just with the idea of this alluring jar.

“If it looks this beautiful from outside, who knows what’s inside?”

Too bad that some questions betrayed,

And yet were better to left unanswered

 

Catastrophe.

She peeked inside, and there stood misery.

They all sizzled in the world of humans, never to go back.

Crime, injustice and poverty,

Were all now released.

The echoes of guilt resonated within Pandora’s core,

Trembling, she closed the lid.

 

As tears fell upon her cheeks,

A tinkling noise, a gentle voice

From deep inside the box rose.

As it soothed her, she understood,

This was the only good that has been put into that jar.

And she had to release it.

 

With trembling fingers, once again she opened the lid.

And from the jar; a warm, white light slid

Hope.

Hope it was.

The only gift that this jar held.

And though pain lingered sharp,

Hope emerged and casted away her fear.

Even amidst the dark,

Hope found a way to shine bright.