The Heart Knows by Priyal Panchal

Why don’t I ever bite that dog in return?

Why is that spider spinning webs of sorrow never shun?

Why do I give that parasite right over my body?

Why don’t I fly away like a bird set free?

Why can’t I recognize that chameleon’s lies?

Why don’t I stop being nice to that mice?

Why do I always call myself his?

Oh my heart