Happiness of co-existence

Randhir Thiyam

Earth — the only livable home we share,
yet we auction her breath for comfort and glare.
We plant flags on wounds, call them nations,
and build our peace on polished negations.

We feed the sky with nuclear prayers,
and call it science when it flares.
The same sun burns for all — still we compete
to own its heat, its shadow, its seat.

World organisations sit —
air-conditioned conscience, signed commitments —
their minutes bloom into hollow news,
while forests vanish without excuse.

Can’t we live without the borderlines of greed?
Must every dream have a market creed?
Power thirsts, fame devours,
and peace becomes a souvenir in glass towers.

Why demand a separate or greater state
when the world itself fractures under our weight?
Why redraw maps when rivers weep,
and our mother planet bleeds in sleep?

We were meant to share the sky,
not patent clouds or privatise the cry.
Let’s stop mistaking chaos for choice —
let’s lower the gun and raise the voice.

Let’s not demand what divides our kind,
nor chase illusions that chain the mind.
Let’s breathe, not burn — embrace, not resist.
Let’s rediscover what we’ve missed —
the happiness of co-existence.