His outward appearance was weary and frail,
His grey locks sparkled and face looked pale.
Water had evaporated off his lips,
Withered and swollen were his finger tips.

His hollow, tired eyes craved for nutrition,
Rays of hope dazzling out of those craters was his only possession.
His skinny structure shivered in the cool breeze,
His empty life was about to freeze.

Above his world was a lavish bungalow's balcony,
The scene captured by my lens made me full of agony.
A doberman enjoying a sumpstuous feast of meat and milk,
Comfortably seated on a carpet made of Kashmiri silk.

A picture that shattered the value of human,
Made him inferior to a doberman.
When that poor soul is denied one time's meal,
Then looking at the beast, imagine how he would feel?

Is our standard so degraded?
Has humanity so much faded?
Should those weak bones so much strive?
I ask thee, ' Is humanity still alive?'......