We, in bods, ne’er,
aren’t,
Regarding even,
is miserly spent!
What has senses,
mere matter,
Ne’er within alike; a reactor!
Random aren’t
shapes above what floats,
In the dark that
shines but ain’t gloats.
Disengaged we’re
from, the said spark,
Necessitated an
action to sail on ark;
We, in bods,
ne’er metamorphosize?
Or do we; ne’er
known the other side!
Or is unknown, as
that’s body’s pride!
Or senses ne’er took
such a ride!
Or unlearned
before learning, until alight!
On what becomes
our ship, morning-night! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021