Never ending pot of feelings and emotions in the heart
Sometimes overflowing, sometimes stagnant, but in the heart
No dearth of feeling, sometimes new and sometimes old we feel
Pouring liveliness into us, yet creating confusion, we feel
Care, love and respect at the same time hatred, jealousy, envy we feel
So many we can feel, who are we and what we feel
But sometimes we wonder what actually we feel
Embarrassed sometimes of our own feelings we feel
Yet still emerges something new, something new to feel
Funny it is, but still it is, that I feel such a feel
- Dr. Hira