Ultimatum Poem by s yadu krishnan

Down came a fiery ball,
from space we don't know, yet we call.

with its path unknown
and destiny in clutch.
This 'bliss' is in search of a new host afresh!

Ready to change the new host's fate;
it raids every nest, every womb, every seed,
As for it, anything alive will do.! ~
To write its name, who knows in history again!

The 'bliss' is life!
We don't know, yet we say!

It does keep in mind, I know!
Of the fun it had,
in the previous go!

The fun it had it keeps alive,
For proof-
We see that art still lives! though the artists die!

Some call it talent!
Some patent it as traits!

But as for me,
its just 'fun' as i know, Yet i don't!

Here's something;
Shocking yet strange!
I got to know and so will you~
cuz if not for me.,
the next host will say-
that, 'We are no less than the robots we array! '.

If 'feelings' we feel is the only difference! , ,
Think again friend! !

Cuz that is owned by our fate after all,
The fate life writes for one and all!