SOULS…

Why are you queuing up and rushing to come down?
Rushing up to get impregnated
You, unfortunate souls?
Can’t you just reckon with the fearsome explosion of
Population in this earth and
Those starving, uncouth skeletons
Striving to snatch a piece of bread
From somewhere.
What makes you to rush to this dreary place?
No matter what type of pregnancy:in vitro,or clone,
Which vagina,or test tube, you just crave to be born here.
Are you not happy there or just suffocating?
Millions and millions are born here each minute.
We are starving here and trying to end our life,
Everyday, in a noose made from a sari,
In an isolated well, or a pond, or on a rail track
To escape from here, to reach your place.
And also trying to prevent your coming here,
Closing your path to earth through use of
Pills, condoms, sheaths, diaphragms, and many
Contraceptives; we carefully plans safe periods;
Try to become misogynist, sages, chronic bachelors.
Yet you break all barriers, and crash those dams in a fury,
Frighteningly swallowing all our efforts.
What is wrong with you, when you are there?
You will find only hell waiting for you here.
Why are you queuing up there to come down in a hurry?
You unfortunate souls!