Think once from the lens of the humble Poet,
Who Wrote hymns of another Species offspring;
The scent, both fresh & foul, must have taken,
Been hiding in the concrete hut amidst noises.
Bygone tales, be it holy, invented or imaginary,
Some wrote for gods, disciples; some bought,But even gods descend today witness evolution;
Won’t endure, such are the ones, once taught.
Once, think from the lens of, the humble Poet,
Must be a reason, logic, purpose, to draft rhymes,
As narrowing down, to what’s, meant by trust,
Epochs now when someone put Catalyst to chime!😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024