"Tragedy of born and unborn"

Whips and miseries drowning us every day,

Climbing tomb of developments faraway,

Poor sunken deeper into poverty,

Rich sailing in wealth healthily,

Skinned bones of undernourished is reality,

What is our development trajectory?

Poverty & Hunger are facets of development reality,

Deprivation or dispossession starving in their apathy,

Quandary of economic growth remains all the way,

Here destitution of needs is their fate every day,

Being cropped but constantly chopped every day,

Dwelling in such hell better to go away,

Fate of unborn is unborn till today,

Those who born are ill today,

Starving for death and corn every day,

Its tragedy of taking birth in this world today

Divinity with Humility

Human endeavors to constantly grow,

Encroaching with bulls & arrows,
Its temporal transcendence devoid of humility,

We can’t vow with forceful tow,
It is not something compelled to grow,
Instead it ascents in habitual row,

Not with modes and ways,
Not with rules and principles,
Unconsciously subsisting in low,

Is it covert or overt existence?

It is existence by being inconspicuous,
By being nothing but everything.

Blazing soul in benighted milieu,
Invisibly strives for humanity,
Strenuously and imperceptibly,

Passivity is not inertia to scorn,

Such inertia is demeanor of tolerance,
Aftermath of cession is humility

Heroism in life is within self,
A spark of divinity is humility,
Lightening humanity from below,