Sensibility

Am I a soul too sensitive

Every blissful moment seem to swerve me stronger

Thus deeper does despair drop

me,languishing longer

Every emotion lays heavy upon me

But then emerging fully recovered and free

There is passion in heart that sets me to work

Even very basics of wash ,clean and cook

Such an element of pleasure to perceive

A sense of accomplishment

In daily milestones achievement

My heart glows through these

Thus my loved ones please

And if it isn’t a pleasure to do,

Then I am the worst of all I do.