Survival Of The Fittest Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Fleshy, pretty, innocent parrot
Makes an easy hunter's target;
Succulent, pretty, meek rabbit
Gets first caught in tricker's dragnet,
Where survive those who prove fittest;
For, this is the way the world is made,
This is how men, trees, animals live
In the long sojourn of growth by choice
Of the fittest and most circumspect
To reach the top on evolution's lap.

Gentle, sweet roads are indeed beautiful,
For the pleasures they give for other's walks
Like velvet footmat that comforts dirty feet,
Like the lamp that lights by burning itself;
No praise, sacrifice nor a nod fits here,
What brings survival that only matters
Like bitter core in sugarcoated pill,
Like main thrust of all tactics in war,
Like soulful song from earful tunes;
No pickaback, but hit on target opens all doors.

Scarce are bags, too many are mouths
And dog-fights for bones are but natural;
Swift legs, smart brain, sharp eyes,
No binds, strong arms and ruthless heart
To press all back and reach the top
Make fit, fit and survival, a truth;
No questions on how and what is right,
For survival itself is ultimate right:
Survival mothers all rights and wrongs
Like lamp that gives both light and shadow.

Is mad rush, the way for evolution's carriage?
Is blind sojourn, the door for the topmost slot?
Should all roll like football to reach goal?
Is it ruthless fight that chooses thef ittest of all?
Why gentle, right roads and beauty, truth, grace
Lure inroads and fail in evolution's thrust?
No beauty is waste; no sweet, gentleness, waste,
No truth, rectitude, a waste in celestial realm;
Some lions in den, some rats on metal scraps,
All in race on own style to meet the fittest slot.

Everything has its time to act and yield,
Its own pace, race, methods and grace;
Some like fog, fall heavily on the Earth,
Others sweep in light sway like breeze;
Some, like claasic, tunes, rise in slow moods,
Others race in mad rush to grab all goods;
Some, like morning freshness, sit in quiet charm,
Others bent to sweat out their time;
The flash of lightening fills horizons in swift act and go
While thunders break late and continue to roll.