When I was a kid
Taught about the beauty of life
And the privilege of being a child
I was grateful to nature.

Then I grew up to know about others
I grew up to know him, her, and them.
I met the society till it’s hem
I was lost in nomenclature.

Now I see dogs astray and cats and mice
I see them playing, content as visibly surmised.
Hunger, homeless, and being alone were the humans
But happiness in life’s small things
We don’t have it.

We are made of greed.
The foundation of our entire breed.
Necessity or lust
Who knows where one ends
And where begins the other?

A rat race
Cold fire
A desire for gold
Or no desire.

A competitive world
Career and aim
Do you exist or not
Depends on fame.

The little house
A family and name
Too little in life
If it lacks acclaim.

The blue sky and white silver lining
The blue and white collar.
The sunset and the sunrise
The green rich dollars.

The dogs in the street play
While I write my little note.
The cats sleep in peace.
And I rush to hit the road.