I am Human

Grey leaves on the high branches,
Which might be green, red or yellow under the layer,
Shielding the city,
Shielding millions of lungs,
Breathing the exhale of untold engines....
Somewhere flowers popping out,
but again under the Grey decoration..,
You may guess the colour it would had been without the cover,
If engines had been less on the nerves of this earthen vessel...
I saw them sick,
But didn’t mind asking their trouble,
For, I’m human,
The most inhumane...!

~Archana