For nine months, a
flesh evolves,
Unknown, an offspring,
or would ever be known?
To where it gestated or
on a land it breathes,
But on happy pills, are, who in the vicinity, owns.
And if this, till
trajectory of life completes,
How it differs whether
spent nine or one?
In natural or in the
synthetic void,
With a first cry or
with any programmed touch.
Pioneers of life left
us to become Pioneers amongst,
And never quit but
delegate(d) others, to know more;
From species many, to
one, to now many, another,
Artificial or of
descended Intelligence, in quest to be more known! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2023