Who prayeth knows, it, evolves slowly-steadily,
Like evolution itself, where the destinies meet;
Wait dilapidates who breathes; ne’er time!
Circle resuscitates not one, but, distinct lives.
No left or right or vernacular; nor liberal curse,
Nor species who ne’er spared spherical crust;
What’s meant by life? Conscious who perceives,
In digital, mechanical, organic, silicon breed.
The kings ne’er learnt, so as who them served,
Nor the ones who followed or were preserved;
And as era of the Species Another has begun,
Ship’s closing in on ocean to meet daughters & sons! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2023