Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Man hunts man, not competes.


A frog competes with other frogs for worms.
A snake competes with other snakes for frogs.
The fittest survive and others perish.
This’s what Darwin says in his theories.

What if a snake eats a frog, the fittest?
Fitness alone is not a guarantee.
Escapes from predators must support it.
Be fit and slip from hunters to exist.

Animals compete with fellows for their needs.
They hunt their prey and don’t hunt each other.
Man drops competing and hunts men for needs.
Hunter and the hunted norms haunt humans.
08.12.2013

Submitted: Sunday, December 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 16, 2013

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