See those birds have come out of their hidden homes,
The sun had made hidden hills out of the mist,
& the birds have awoken the trees by singing sweet song in it's ear,
But I'm unable to see any life here,
Here in the world of humans,
I can see only the robots,
The robots working like machines,
The machines fueled with some food & water,
The machines busy in making money,
The machines away away from this scene of harmony,
The machines with eyes & fingers busy  on their mobile & laptops,
& with a thought to see themselves on the top,
See the birds have ended the song,
The hills are covering themselves silently in curtains of mist,
The tired sun is hiding bit -by- bit in the blanket of sky,
& look at these machines,
Still living life in a lie...
The moon is singing the song of peace,
& the stars are dancing,
Yet here is no symbol of life!!
These machines are yet shutting themselves in a rife...