Peculiarly Human Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Getting born into the World
Is it by Design? Or is it an Accident?
Design or accident, some find themselves in misery untold
While others, of course, a microscopic minority
Ride upon those who have the misfortune to be ridden upon
Perhaps, to dream, and that too extravagantly
Would launch poor darlings, earthlings
On orbits peculiarly human, set within limits
Forgive us, O Powers that be, our daring fraught with agony
Grant us a moment's blooming ecstasy
And vanity heroic to imagine the dust blooming