Pure Wisdom, Epitome of Art!
Ever wondered about BAT's creation?
Thorough science, Ultimate Perfection.
What secrets underlay a bat's muscular wings,
Let's think of how they find a thing?
Day's brightness isn't its tool,
Darkness has its life,
It knows its rules.
Vision too clear at night!
Never misses its prey without 'sight'.
Wings of flesh apt to fly.
No bone, no feather like others' that fly.
Made like ears but they are not.
From shape to weight what's perfect not?
To them their babies cling during flights
Never get detached, the grip so tight!
Until they finally learn to survive;
To nurture them well, the mothers strive!
Exalted is He Who enlightens,
Creates such beauty without prior specimens.
