You see in clusters myriad species in sq/ft,
Or in favelas, ghettos, under broken roofs;
One would wonder as if the ship lost its way,
Suspended for millennia above, fell in chute.
Farther from knowledge now, & separated,
And no way to connect the link on that ship,
How evolution changed on one sphere itself,
In no epic verbose of strings but with chapbook.
As if child awaits to guide message to its own,
Yet, been within the iron walls, & went weak,
Like the bird in the golden or ghetto’s cage,
Abandon, what never was evolutionary lease! 😊
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Pranav Chaturvedi 2024