The Four Natural Laws Poem by Hrishikesh Bharadwaj

Inherited as a petite
Aye fellow! Thy life starts,
On passing SEVEN AGES by Shakespeare
Zest of mortality is wrought thou.
Thither ends the first law.

Inherited as a petite
Oh! Chap thy valor increases
From lad with satchel to a grand with spectacles,
Thee shalt grow and die
Hither ends the second law.

Built as a dwarf creature
Thy gift is reproduction metaphysics.
A scruputas may be born for ye
Thus ends the third law.

A grass to grow
Thou have the reason for birth
Craving for reasons the angles and the wizards
Therefore conjuring the four natural laws.