The Evolutionary Dilemma Poem by Sanjeev Kumar

I had initially thought,
I was born evolved.
Through a chamber of,
The finest construction.

Soon years after I,
Heard a lecture on,
‘The Origin of Species; '
And was strictly told,
To forget the Almighty,
And his creations.

I was left wondering,
Knowing that a man,
Could make a microscope;
Analogically did it mean?

That the eye of eagle,
Too made, the same way.
Constructed piece-by-piece,
And assembled to see.

Do I really own a right?
To assume the creator,
Functioned the manner,
A tool-maker did;
Or should I think,
The other way round?

Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar