If Basics Were Free Poem by Mehar Chauhan

I breathe fine but it’s not O2

Even if it is- it’s diluted

I eat fine,

there is no compromise there.

What else does one need? I asked myself

We work-earn our wages to fulfill our needs right?

At least that is where history states it started.

Shelter? -naa

Money-Naa

Love? -[that's abundant-RM inventory stock]

Life? -Sick of addressing it!

Makes me sick every second I think if it.

I scream myself out only to cause a blackout,

Not visual-but MENTAL

Like no processing is allowed

I crave for A moment of clarity,

A moment of content.

A moment of ME being ME

For this I’ve longed

It seems like it’s too costly to buy,

Like a wish only Jini can grant,

Like something which makes

IMPOSSIBLE seem impossible

Like a luxury only few got

Rest just ignore it or

are like ME &
I’m fine-just fine-I answer my friend over phone,

when actually I’m dying every Second

Bit by bit, piece by piece

Wait for it- the funny part

I’m paid for it

It’s my bread-the food-THE BASICS

How I wished basics were free,

So, I could walk my road,

Knowing I’d make it

Cos’ I got the basics free..!