Without comprehending Darwin’s theory of evolution
It is really difficult to assess the impact of reflections
Will we tend to think?
Which organ evolves first, eyes or brain?
To claim supreme and reign
In our realm of thought
We are largely flummoxed by such confusing plot
Truly we are amazing creatures who alone can create all
fraught!
Instincts are intriguing precincts
We are guided and confined in its mystic hyacinth
How can we claim?
Instinct is something to manoeuver our convenience in
certain realm
Is not it an opportunistic role?
Resorting to instinct to evade from accountability with an
enigmatic hyperbole!
Trust is an amazing word we coin
Utterly a diplomatic refuge we resort to broil
An abstract notion, which is rhetoric
Yet we are obsessed to make it emphatic
Amazing our feature
We are truly an enigmatic product of nature!
When we are drunk with our authority
Surely out of our superior cerebral, we can afford such authenticity
Our eyes are clouded with romanticism
We observe rainbow in our visual obscurantism
If mirage may occur in our vision
We will surely chase deer without hesitation
Unknowingly may beckon our own jeopardy
Thus, instincts may yield mayhem to our unreliable synergy!
Instinct is equally a product of nature
A matter being ingrained in our cerebral with clamor
Centuries long a continuous process of transformation
Matter may evolve with enigmatic rendition
We may fail to judge its abrupt dispensation
Destiny is the only solace we resort for ramification!
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