Neither Poetry Nor Prose

It is neither poetry nor prose All is well intended to suppose Some tragedy or some feeling with facts For human being to read it and act I was all along writing With open mind and fighting With set norms of mind To infuse some thought of new kind It has worked to some extent As I have tried to live in present With people and their plight That makes them to sweat more for delight Life had been always challenging Posing threat with skill of rightly managing Not that everybody is born with silver spoon Somebody is gifted with luck of working under blazing sun These bare facts are to be highlighted As they stand open and quiet related They have interlinked with human nature That shapes bright or dim future The simple look of poor person makes us to feel pain Even though we may not have the idea to remain With his plight or try for some immediate relief But we feel pity and show intention with good belief I would love to reflect those sufferings That needs some kind of offering Not in kind but with best means to provide alternate That can make him to feel kind instead of any hate