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.
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