Eking out an existence like a shrew,
since the days of the lizard kings on earth,
later though, I saw how the others grew,
for me the line between nights and days blurred
into an incoherent congruity,
probably, evolution passed me by!
An abomination of Nature’s whims,
my brain has pectoral flaps and sinews
and nutrients come, not from what gets within
my wrinkled gut but from what my senses could
devour or nibble at in true liberty,
as a sovereign with taste, touch or sight!
How could I classify a disaster like that
and even if I had a class, how could I brag?
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
I LIKE THIS….BOTH THE ILLUSTRATION AND THE QURKY SARCASM!
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thanks a lot for the reblog!
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thanks!
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may you find more of my poems enjoyable!
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Interesting poem Amit. I think your character belittles himself, at least his senses have evolved. And evolution seems to take a vast amount of of time so if he had existed since Lizard Kings, he still has years to grow and change.
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that is very heart warming and kind of you! thanks a lot! 🙂
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