Man

By Nithin Das

When nature played a game

Into existence he came

As time evolved, ferocious he became

Shaped the world like boulder

Their voices roared like thunder

They lived to make no blunder

A son he was

To his father

Brother he was

Before he fathered

Father he became

And a lot to bother

Cherished his time

With cherries called family

Nourished himself

By being lovely

The world then named

This creation of fame

As MAN

Magical and natural!

By Nithin Das