Revival Of The Fittest- Time To Surrender Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s

Darwin's survival of the fittest,
Could speak of the rarest.
Then why not of love?
Which is talk of the town.

Behind the bushes, above the hills,
I find the couples opening seals.
Outing and dating they name it,
Body for All, they say it.

A sheer lust I see in both,
The unending formalities in growth.
The gorgeous and dirtiest,
The fabulous and funniest.

Soothing pleasure and softening postures,
Groaning and moaning creatures.
Sleeping days and weeping nights,
Remembering dates, lateral fights.

Come on, you are not so rich,
So clean to go with this.....t.
You gotta stop it at this,
As you will be nowhere running on this.

A revival is expected for love,
The real Marvel and Spencer's love.
For you can destroy the word love,
But not the meaning of love.
Here is the time for the fittest,
To return, surrender and revive.
Either be in it and perish,
Or come out and flourish.

Dated 10th September 2016.