Do I have the Heart To Feel?

Do I have the heart to feel?
Or just the eyes to see?
Did I ever realize then
That this is how it will be?


There’s so much of pain
Yet, tears don’t emerge
I can heal them all
Is what the mind doesn’t urge.


Helplessness is all around
The heart’s becoming insensitive.
To discover the magical healer,
The mind’s getting inquisitive.


Are we supposed to live?
If life isn’t worth living,
If it isn’t worth a dime,
Is life worth giving?


The Creator is cruel
For he’s wasted lives,
He’s made the heart beat
With money on which it thrives.


There’s so much of sorrow
Should I see and be blind?
Where in this unjust world
The cure for it I’ll find?


What’s the point in being
If I can’t help people?
What’s the point in drugs
If diseases remain ample?


Why should I think so much
When others don’t give a thought?
Or have they faced this dilemma
And just left it unthought?


Maybe, it will be the same
As time will go by,
As a practitioner I will be,
The emotions out will fly.