I saw some human parcels,
Named and attributed for some,
But landed in strange land,
Lying ordinary in people’s life,
A package useful but useless,
A box containing goodness for a waste,
They just dwell from one place to another,
Roaming mercilessly!
With thoughts yet speechless,
Vain but insufficient!

Do you wonder how they would feel?
They can see, hear and sense,
But being an object!