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When I smile at you
I know I am not a stone
That doesn't see or dance
But a person with feelings,
To be satisfied, realised, respected.
When I frown at you
Because of your yesterdays
I know I am not a tree
Unhaunted by sharp axe chops
But a person with feelings.
When I beg for clothes
To cover my sun stroked back,
I know I am not a worm, underground
But a person with feelings.
When we scramble for food
Then I know I am not an engine
That feels not its empty belly
But a person with feelings
To be satisfied, realised, respected.