Life is sensitized beyond comparison with any other
creature on this earth.
Because, I think, we feel intensely, grief and loss,
having ways to express it unlike creatures who have
no form of communication with we humans.
Poor animals suffer in silence at times, whimpering,
tears in their eyes also, yet they cannot tell us how
they feel or where they are hurting.
Balance gently tipping against them, unless we humans
take over and do our best to help them in any way
that we can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem