"stakeholder" poems
It once belonged to imagination
Science-fiction novels
Apocalyptic movies
Scary jokes,
Our worst nightmares.
It once was free for all,
No one being could claim
Property over the volatile
Substance.
No one being would dare,
Fearing the rise of horror
And rage.
New businesses for lingering
Problems.
Failure to succeed in taking care
Naturally resolves
In stakeholder’s revenue.
Air in a bottle.
Vitality from Canadian Rockies
160 breaths for 24 dollars.
Canned air to be taken
Tongue-in-cheek.
Aethaer from British countryside
103 dollars a jar.
“Environmental-political artwork”
Giving birth to absurdity.
Notions of “air farming”.
Companies cashing in
On pollution selling
Trendy fashionable designer
Pollution masks,
From 33 to 100 dollars
A piece.
Little or no benefits
On health for desperate
Populations, willing to pay
The price set on air,
To compensate.
Thick smog from factories
Invisible poisons from vehicle exhausts
Seven million people dying
From breathing
Smoke, gases and soot
Pumped into the atmosphere.
For profit.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
Just the other day I was out in the woods where I used to play around as a kid, the rocks and small mounts where I would on wet and slippery moss skid, but that was years ago by now all the trees had gotten rid, laying about in masses and twigs and branches just spread out like a battlefield, god forbid.
The old pond where when there were rough winters and the ice were thick enough we would compete who furthest slid, where thick brush and large tree trunks we could see who best hid, to think that all that glee and all that childish joy I just put a lid, worrying now over how my credit balance does on the grid, how much on the dream house I should bid.
It's a strange feeling growing up and wishing you were older and when you get old you wish that you were young and still had that chip on your shoulder, now carrying doubts and fears on your shoulders like a boulder, wishing that you were not the one being the stakeholder, but I suppose it's all in the eternal eyes of the beholder, but god I wish I never got older.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
TRANQUIL NIGHT DREAM
Night dream is just a virtual world,
Till it is boundless and not bold.
A good night dream,
Resembles a fresh, white, well toned cream.
Sleeping in tranquil night,
Aiming to achieve the goal at any height.
To get real success in any field,
Even night dream works to provide us the courage to yield.
In the mind of a stakeholder,
Mostly the goal got the platform and support as a strengthened shoulder.
Just hardwork and luck can help us achieving aim,
Which is just a night dream which has now been achieved and not just fame.
-Sahaj Sabharwal
-Jammu city,
Jammu and Kashmir, India .
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Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC