The Victor

The corpus millennia has crawled down the vale, Retracting the sleek ,unwieldy remnant of glory, Into the memorial vault of the deceased perfection; Romance with Nature in express affection Set up structures of infinite wonder and storey ; Wingless flights, finless aquatics and sail, Put up a collage of conformity and compliance With the Eden- norms on the planet of reliance. Mastery, like a potter's wheel, shaped success Out of the clay of daring and venture; Finesse and goodwill brought forth the plethora Of confident happiness, but in an aura Of warning and threat of the nurture-- Fostering, Greed and his kin of all excess ; The forbidden tree put up the succulent fruit, And the disobedient eater turned into a brute. Battles and wars were fought for trophies inane, While the elements have kept tracing a new map ; Fire has charred many a live greenery Making it look like ill-painted scenery Quakes and slides have always set a scary gap , Like the swiping flood and the howling hurricane; Power, pelf and the wide stretch of win Devastate as the victor lies in the forgotten bin. No glib snake need tempt one now, Since the Devil himself has choosen to dwell In the inner depths of defiant ambition, That leads to the dead end of perdition, Through exploits, for the riches to swell; Wants change and satiation never ceases anyhow; Midas ,or a conqueror is not uncommon to find; Avarice subdues the conscience to stay blind. Time , the grizzled wizard watches with a frown-- A little amused and often with disdain-- The similar themes and slides in rotation, With self-centred and wayward a mutation ; The domain is lost in pursuing the gain : Vain and rueful manoeuvres,yet no crown . To rise to heights one need not fall, Nor transgress equity - the bounds for all.