A slaking glass of water for the thirsty
Is the radical essence of survival;
But for the drowning loser, a travesty
Of complex human needs and wants rival
Fire unduly ignited , can scorch and char
As it may enliven, warm-up and comfort;
A hungry morsel that feeds , by far
Sates better than a feast of grand sort
A desired toy for a craving child
Means infinite pleasure to possess,
As the grown-up are lost in the wild,
Pursuing impulsive wants which obsess
The Space is remote and infinite at large;
While Sanity holds back and asks to bar,
Diffused vain pursuits get lost in the surge ;
The inner dictator, if well-taught, will mar ;
How eerie and endless are human needs
Every fulfilled one , a new one breeds......!
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As per economics human wants are unlimited! This wonderful poem meticulously digs the ground. Well penned.