'In-animate'

Watch the clouds,

When they remove their dry shroud,

Depicting a bantering crowd,

Perhaps an elephant's face or a child's skate,

They artistically state-

'We are not inanimate!'

Listen to the frogs,

When their croaks replace the barks of the dogs,

When they come out of their bogs,

With gallantry in their gait,

They, in a medley, state-

'We are not inanimate!'

Inhale the fragrance of the roses,

Swaying in the rain flashing charming poses,

Cherishing the company of the wet earth that mosses,

Penning down their stories on nature's slate,

Sweet-scented, they state-

'We are not inanimate!'

Indulging in acts of destruction and deception,

The human race has shut all windows of perception,

Feeding voraciously on mother earth's production,

At such a reproachfully increasing rate,

Yes, we have lost the right to state,

  That we are  

    humane,

                                            alive        

  and animate!

-Disha Wahi