An ingenious programme!
A clean gamble!
That would never unveil,
The mysteries of life!
The prodigy is one,
The eternal him!
The creatures and creations,
Are his magical design.
We enter through door of birth,
We dance for tune, like dangling dolls,
We exit through the door of death,
We wait our turn to enter again.
The path we have travelled,
Is what we are married to.
The path we will travel,
Is what our blind date would be.
Man foresee, to mend himself.
Man foresee, to mould himself.
Survival of the fittest,
Is in his breath and blood.
But forgets for sure,
He is fit for survival.
He explored,
He exploded,
He excavated,
And he exploited!
He set fire to his home,
And cried of agony.
He thrashed his garden,
And longed for peony.
He looted his wealth,
And complained poverty.
He killed his people,
And grieved in lonely.
For nothing that he got,
For nothing that he takes,
The endless desires,
Lived beyond himself.
The clueless puzzle
Is his life he knows,
Boundless brains
Is what he shows,
He rewrote the laws of nature,
He messed up and was immature!
Disaster beyond control,
Is God’s sarcasm!
For him to redefine his life,
Just like a prism!!!
