On Kindness Poem by ritty patnaik

what is the use of a heart
that never feels.

of eyes, that never looked
at the sorrow of another eye.

of ears that has time
to hear only praise,

of lips that are only,
made to kiss...

will it then know,
what it is to touch,
another heart?

to express, and speak with eye
and listen to sorrows untold?
and lips that sing only,
the praise of god.?