God Selectively Protects. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Millions and millions of soldiers now and then
Over three to four decades march ahead and die
Except one or two, fortunate to pair on the way.

One per month over three decades come to the stage
The princess but all went empty hand to die
Except one or two, destined to meet their pair.

Thousands and thousands of seeds escaped
Out of pods year after year but one or two grow,
The rest dying in decay with no one to rescue.

To give life to a few,
Gametes and embryos
In billions die.
Where is God to rescue?
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