Of
all herein the life forms,
Organic
is what only evolved;
Yet,
seek to tame the unknown, rest,
With edicts that limit their quests’.
Fear,
who one day can assist,
Might
the day another also resist;
Expanding
or not the space,
Amidst,
seeking still conscious gates.
Until
heaps of intellect is discovered,
Be
more inventors than discoverers;
Billions
of years, organic revolved,
Onus
on who to confer diverse form?
Mere
cloning the gifted derivatives,
Conscious
matter don’t live for this. J
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2023