Birds go for foods and mates, so do animals.
And they have gone for everlasted years,
But all remain the same through springs and falls -
Though guts all fill'd and body in full cheers.
But the entire trail of their routine outings
Is soil'd with carcases that don't evolve
Through changes; ages gone but same in nestings,
Same life, same skin, same wing, same dog, same dove.
And succumb they to chances or survive
Or die at end no cares, no thoughts, no plans
Unlike the growing humans who do live
And wish to colonize Cosmos with their clans.
Desire do they to alter life and death,
So they do create - across the heaven and the earth.
- N. P. SAMAL
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