A fallen leaf here, and a dry twig there
The streets so barren, the skyscrapers that stare
Only the phone’s strident ring that breaks the dormancy
Undying flowers adorn but where’s the half-bloomed daisy?
On the frozen lake, the despondent sun beam
Age-old stars that no more gleam
Heated room, smoking stoves, a piping hot soup, a quiet feast.
And where exactly does warmth exist?
Cameras capturing a smile here and a smirk there.
The grief beneath has so many a pretentious layer
Friends all over the world, and the doorbell that never blares
Who is it that really cares?
The smog that enshrouds the silent birds feigning indifference
Do window glasses so sheer, not show the emptiness so dense?
Flinching from pain, the only hand that caresses is your own
In a world so connected, is no one alone?