Abhishek Soni Poet Free verse

Infinite wish lists in Eight billion pockets

Millions of decades ago,
ancient humankind had one purpose in life:
to find prey
every day,
a stomach that stayed full
until the next breath,
until the last breath.

Ideas stormed,
things evolved,
brains grew creative,
and eventually, we were called the smartest species on Earth.

Here we are, humans of today’s bin,
seeing the air around us
and wondering:
is this how it has always been?

This very planet once had souls whose purpose was big, yet small.
"Laughter, smiles — that's all we want."

However, today's baby is born with a paper and pen.
They start writing down desires, one after another, until the last day.
And boom — the list has already crossed a thousand before the age of ten.

From one corner of the world come screams for money and hymns,
while from another come cries for love.
This world is now full of deafening screams.
People are becoming breathless, chasing empty dreams.

A smile, evoked by ninety-nine reasons,
vanishes because of one statement.
The heart is weak,
the brain dominates.
It's the new normal.
The 8 billion pockets are getting heavy,
but are we ready?

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