The philanthropic scent of empathy,
Swept all over the pitiful and inconsiderate words of sympathy
It spread so nice and smooth,
It hid the vices of the soothe
While I try to explain, a disclaimer I shall announce,
The words are unclear thoughts rather than random jibes to denounce
The story of my recognition I unfold,
This is how the movie rolled
Empathetic in my heart,
I knew, I could do no harm, from the start
For I knew no matter what I did,
I knew in his shoes I would fit
For If I was ever taken to task,
Astute, I would ask
If you were me, in place of me,
Wont you do the same ?wont you thee !!
No matter what one said, I would have scored,
Before the confrontation, the victory horse I would have rode
What I didn’t realize then and I ponder over now,
Is how true is the principle of empathy to bow
If you were me, when I wanted you to be,
I would have the world full of “me”s
Where would all the uniqueness and diversity go,
If everyone was asked to be me and show
Why would, rather why should I be in your shoes or you in mine,
When we fit our own just fine
Why should I be an excuse,
Under which for wrong deeds you take refuge
In the end empathy is just an excuse, in distress to use,
Rather than accept the fault, blame it on generality to muse
There might be some good in it, for why it was born
But I fail see most of it, now that the shine is gone
The views are mine and so are the words
Don’t think like me, or we’ll all be in herds :)
