Nature is as careless as it is bountiful
The faster the death, the faster is evolution.
I, a female gnat, eat my own fertile eggs,
When I am hungry while laying the eggs,
We, the gnats produce eggs within our body,
When I am hatched within the body
I devour my own parents.
The parents die, the next generation lives.
The sea is a cup of death
And land is a stained alter stone.
I am the fortunate survivor
Living on flotsam and jetsam.
Right or wrong is a human concept.
The nature cares not if I live or die
It is fixed, blind & programmed to kill.
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win
Contest: Nature poems by Poet Underetaker