The peacock prins itself in lustful courtship
And dances spreading his iridescent tail
In his attempt to win the hen's belief
That he's 'mong all the most attractive male.
Thus do all males to every hen they see
And spend their youth displaying what they have;
With hen being lost for choice who could her mate be,
They spread their sperm in open for wretched hen's hap.
They go. They come. But they've not changed their wings
Of manly-chauvinistic conceit ever;
While body never etches stand out carvings,
But by brain we get our Creational partner :
If humans e'er evolve, it's not by emotion
But by the few who function their cognition.
-- N. P. SAMAL, POET, AUTHOR, ACADEMIC
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