Sharing Is A Bliss

A condensed speck of matter begot from a giant explode

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!

-R-

PS: This poem is written as a part of Poetry Potluck-Evolution,Environment And Survival at Jingle Poetry.