DISPOSABLE MAN

My living standard is deteriorated gradually,

All favorite usable entities like electricity, internet, etc.

Are becoming costlier day by day and

I have to drop all of them from my usage

To go back to the land of marooned compostable,

I see that some people are enjoying them desperately.

Tricky measure comes forward to think about it,

So that I may engage whole time with this trick,

Edibles like fish, pork, mutton, chicken, vegetable,

As if, those are getting compostable, to me, in price tag,

As if I am not washable person, preserved to be disposable,

I see that some people are enjoying them desperately.

Am I one oversized man? Am I one odd man in intricacies?

Terrible situation over my head to look into

I have done nothing yet my path is complicated,

Neither a middleman, nor a grouping man,

Nor throng into violent species, yet I am treated

As disposable in this world of equal sharing resources.

My eyes get wide when I hear someone takes cake

With hot coffee, lunch with fish fingers, hot mutton curry,

I then open my window and see I have had once of

These edibles, my income was low with low price index,

Now I turn to bones, with low income, with high price index,

Only imagination, I live, someone exists lower to my income.

On otherness reality, I live; garbage plastic pickers are also living,

Without dole, without home, without mantra, only on struggling.

Beautiful earth, motherland, expectation, reluctance, swirling

Around every life, I am not so lucky to enjoy natural things,

Only walking through clouds, forget to observe inner beauty,

Deep breathing exults over burning smoke, satire to creativity.