However big be wings of aero-planes,
Whatever be their speed with which they fly
Despite their ‘high-tech’ gadgets they may use,
Can they mimic the birds of air that glide,
In sun or rain or wind so adeptly,
In patterns streaming gloriously past clouds,
Effortlessly to destinations far,
In team-work unsurpassed beyond compare,
In testimony to the Maker’s feat
Of creation impeccable, perfect,
That man-made machines’ mundane tries can’t beat,
No matter what their sophistication;
But meekly accept Nature’s dominance
In everything that universe displays,
In harmony with natural laws of God,
In obeisance without any murmur?
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