Sociological Poems

 



Relative Deprivation and Desires


I am unhappy because I've compared myself with a happier person than me today,

I will be happy tomorrow if I compare myself with less fortunate people, measuring my rate of success parallel with their motion and gains, 

Relativity in all forms causes agony today or later, 

Instead, I should compare my state with my very own essence- what shall and what I ought to become! 

But what if my potential was never meant to reach the destination? 

What if the situation and context never changed- 

I am the same from where I have begun?! 

I understand now that we fight relatively every now and then, only to change the circumstances that circumscribe our enormous dreams and potential, 

Inner calling- whatever we call it, 

We love what fulfills our desires, 

Desires shape our actions, and so does the future!

People vary only in terms of desires to desire! 


©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy


Disenchantment 


If rationality sways away all the sensuality. 

Replaces emotionality with reality, 

Then, there is no scope for hurting, 

No place for grievances and no place for feelings,

It's always the logic that speaks the volume, 

But, what to do with the tears that flow?

What to do with the anger that runs through the veins?

What to do with the agony that is created from helplessness?! 

True! Emotions can't be replaced or suppressed, 

Though, intellectuals always have had and will continue to have a love-hate relationship with sensuality, as they struggle between what to validate! 


©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

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