Feelings, the toys in the hands of destiny!
Destiny—it thinks not, it cares not;
Plays like a gamer, a self-entertainer!
Pleaded it , “Spare me O’ juggler!”
It turned and turned a blind eye.
It laughs; holds the feelings in its fist.
Destiny—so ruthless. Why so insensitive?
Feelings—only a tiny damselfly
—fast, curious and hungry.
O’ Destiny! Be a mother for once!
Let the feelings fly—to find the food of joy.
O’ Destiny! Be a lover for once!
Do you too have emotions?