I am sensitive
very sensitive
to those around
to words across
to experience all through
quick as a wink
I go into the shell
never wish to come out
slowly as the hurt heals
I make my entry slowly
never turn across
those who bruised me
not a talk all through
of those who hurt me
Oh! that is me all the way
who has lost many a fortune
by this schedule of sensitivity.
Meenas Poems 