The Primeval Identity.
The biology demands not psychology,
The physiology needs gearing spring,
And zoology devours botany,
Man is primeval by his darkest wind.
My vagabond recalls Mendeleev,
Reads the struggle in Darwin,
And seek synthesis with Freud and Jung,
And recognize the biological-self,
As mirage in desert’s spring.
Nature’s Natural as seasonal fruits,
We change rooms in house of Nature,
And vainly erect flag of sermons,
Wearing the crude Instinct’s blare.
Our inert parameter extends to horizon,
And fake intellect just rebuilds an artificial creation.