When I lived quite a bit in life,

I knew I had learnt to feel.

Felt tears, felt smiles, anger,

revenge, falsities, brevity’s delight.

I felt many more things like I was

less a human and something else.

I felt a bird, a tree, an animal, a cat.

Often a mouse, a blade of grass and also a bat.

But, then I knew not why I felt so much.

I looked around but humans don’t feel such

things. I felt compassion and love, filial love once, oft late.

Then I asked myself how it served me?

When I began feeling humans around.

Oh! I write a bit to feel my surround.