Evolution

16 December 2012

 

Evolution

 

Why cannot death be like a light switched off

“Click” and the room, the hall, the world is dark

And colors, shapes, and individuals

Bereft of contours cannot be distinguished.

This is the price we pay for evolution.

Consider leaves that turn from green to brown,

Will lose their hold and spiral to the ground.

No matter what the provocation be

A dog, once playful, now it will not bark

And presently retreat, curl up and die.

But man, the evolution’s pet, has brains

To think, to fantasize, to speculate

On when and how and why this must be so.

This is the price we pay for evolution;

Sometimes I wish I were not so evolved