How I wish I be a little insensitive,
Why am I made so sensitive,
To others’ remarks and jibes,
More hurting than a broken rib?

How I wish I could hold back tears,
When I see something suffering,
Why should I be attacked by fear
For a bird, that has been cut off his wings?

How I wish I could hit back,
At some deliberate misunderstanding,
But still, why do I keep back,
And stay up late musing!

Wish I could see thru’ human nature,
And be an expert researcher,
To find out what, behind lies,
Those looks, words and smiles!