Crests and troughs
Hopes and despairs
Fears and reliefs
I feel;
Laughs and cries
Warmth and wraths
Breathes and sighs
I feel;
Bliss and sorrows
Truths and lies
Triumphs and falls
I feel;
Joys and miseries
Pleasures and pains
Bleaks and thrills
I feel;
Rush and emptiness
Brisks and slows
Cravings and hollows
I feel;
I feel because I exist
I exist because I feel
But sometimes I wonder
What would it be to not feel?
– Gyan