If clothes sheathing all the skin was sign of divinity,
Then us too came in shells, clothed; of holy virtuosity!
Indeed! Ain’t that mean to move, & not being graceful,
But mere sheathed skin too won’t make us ever colossal!
All wasted millennia, with descendants such who came,As didn’t know how to forge path, hence remained afraid;
If it’s distractions, where natural instincts, gets engaged?
I apologize then, with sheathed skin too, we no less, mate!
I ain’t saying to roam on the streets carrying naked guns,
Nor I say, be sheathed, & forget, what is also too much!
We all have lived to the fullest, beyond, & wasted Time,
Clothed, No Clothed! Won’t solicit Sun, more to shine!☹
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024