Probir Gupta Poet Free verse

In a Perfect World

So many sick rivers 
Of pain, shock and shiver
Flow from longstanding wounds
Of soul-chopping depression that surround
Many islands next to you and me
As a consequence of the malady
Our development system is trapped in
Because of the flaws within
In Kolkata the other day
Collin in sheer dismay
Accepted the unacceptable truth
That his son cannot have the fruit
Of higher education in a star college
As he cannot afford the package
He could have been
Another Stephen Hawking
Phillip in Nairobi
Is forced to lobby
With corrupt controllers of the system
For his free cancer treatment
Nevertheless stays encumbered
His days are numbered
He has no wherewithal
To go to a better hospital
In Mexico
The blue sky of girls destitute
Get imprisoned in dark cells
No, actually sheer hell
Of flesh trade
A huge global population Is demented
The world is fragmented
Gravely disproportionately
Right from the ages of amoeba
Till today’s human ova
Trees are stripped of their bark
Stark naked a major part of the world
In frustration I sometimes do scream
Nevertheless dream too
For a perfect world
Enabling all to unfurl
Leaving none deprived
Of a health-packed miniscule yellow sun
On every breakfast dish
And no hashish
May be it will take
Many more centuries to make
An even ground
For Prometheus unbound
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Timothy Hicks February 27, 2016 at 6:06 PM Silent is right ... dark and deep. What I enjoyed about your take on a "perfect world" is your focus on the negative aspects first, and then your proposed solution at the end. Prometheus stole his sacred fire from a tyrannical god, but there is another side too it as well ... Pandora opened her box unleashing many evils upon the world. Perhaps some things ought to be left alone ... a great poem, Probir. The only thing I didn't understand was the word "hashish"...? Probir Gupta February 27, 2016 at 7:53 PM Thanks for the appreciation. Hashish is a stronger form of marijuana smoked in cigarettes.