Sharing Is A Bliss
A condensed speck of matter begot from a giant explode
by Raksha Bhat
With skies, waters and land that made a wonderful abode
Journeyed around the burning sun through day and night
Holding a treasure called life with all its heart and might
Eons back in its kingdom a little cell with a spark arose
Wonder what good goad did God have, for this he chose
Green planktons bred, fishes swam and insects crawled
White birds soared, reptiles slithered and frogs croaked
Mighty dinosaurs lived and tramped with all their pride
Ivory tusks of mammoths not under any fossils did hide
Every blood and seed grew with a hundred heaven's hue
For from cradle to grave was a bond of kinship truly true
One fateful day came to power a man, the supreme beast
He left not a fruit or grass, a bone or meat after his feast
Now scraped and sucked is its tiny terrain and fiery core
Bereft of fear he still does ask“Is there anything more? ”
A tyranny of extinction cloaked in the name of evolution
Is his rule, for this problem will he try and find a solution?
Or sleep in a fathomless darkness of his self made abyss?
Hope he remembers, not surviving but sharing is a bliss!