Written by: Manoj Kumar

The lazily flowing breeze
The swaying of the trees
Sun peeping out of the clouds
Birds unsure if they should sing aloud

Little puppies cozying up to mummy
Finding warmth in her emaciated tummy
New buds trying hard to blossom
To spread their fragrance in nature's bosom

A crowd of bag totting humanoids
Trudging along in a life with happiness devoid
No hearts beating nor pulses throb
Just empty gazes like a zombie mob

I snuggle next to the sleeping pups
And the mother, at me, she looks up
And gathers me into her with a mother's grace
She has a cold nose but warmth in her embrace