The butterfly sat on a stone,
It asked in a very soft tone,
“Excuse me stone, can you listen to me,
Can you feel me sitting on you?
I hope I am not hurting you.
I hope I am not too heavy for you!
Oh say something Mr. Stone
I really want to know!”
The stone said nothing,
The butterfly thought a while.
“Ah!” it said, “You cannot feel.
Ajiv is what you are,
You are like a telly or car!
You cannot feel pain like me.
You are a non-living thing!”