The Miracles In Our Hands
Gone are the days when Blissful Power wandered
The world and people were blessed with miracles.
The sufferings of the mankind now echo unheard,
As hands of Humanity are tied with wicked sickles.
Hunger of the Deprived, Clothing of the Destitute,
Sleeping of Homeless may seem some alien words
In some parts of world but elsewhere, these mute
Words are realities, as stingy as strikes of swords.
If this were a mythological world and everyone had
Cornucopia, Horn of Plenty, then, it could nourish
The needy with provisions of survival and their bad
Days would have dissolved as if by a heavenly wish.
But, here, in Real World, there is no horn of plenty
To fulfill needs of the sufferers and God now bestows
His bliss or curse neither directly nor through deity,
But through mortal humans, with its highs and lows.
The Lows of mankind are making this World worse,
While the highs have kept hopes of humanity alive.
No Cornucopia is needed if the Humans can force
Their lows to fly and leave the cores of heart-hive.
Revival of spiritual highs by lending helping hand
To the suffering humanity is nothing but a miracle.
Such miracles can turn this spiteful world into land
Of Empathy, even better than the lands of Fairy tale.
Copyright © Osman Gani | Year Posted 2023
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