Classic Poem

The book says-
God created us in his own image,
but sometimes I ponder
life goes on evern after we die,
species become extinct
and new species evolve
what if we are just pawns,
in life’s great game?

Falling in love,
reproducing,
raising children
with great care and
unconditional love
till they grow up
and do the same.

What if life just uses us
to preserve itself and propagate?
It hardly matters
this species or that-
dinosaurs or humans,
it’s just the same,
only forms change.

Life evolves as fast as it can,
adapting to new situations,
we humans vainly believe
we are someone special
in the scheme of creation,
created in God’s own image
to exploit the nature’s bounty,
while failing to see the truth that
the moment there is a change,
we would be discarded
in the dustbin of extinction
as useless garbage
while life will move on

ever evolving
into new species
and man created in God’s own image,
will join the dodos and the dinosaurs.

There is still time
let’s understand life's great game,
it has no favourites and no foes,
it's a ruthless survivor,
and would evolve into forms galore.