Nuclear, when all bonding went,
From two to four, but no more;
Yet, more & more walked towards to
erode,
In abundance nukes were forged,
stored.
Two's company, three's crowd, seems,
In lesser, ought to have self-realized;
And when in larger, akin to circus in town,
Alas, in either, there were only cries.
Energies dissipated of fission & fusion,
Awaiting what in backyard or buried within;
That naturally mutated rapidly defying,
evolution,
Fulminated, amongst retributions.
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2022