Favorite feelings? you ask.
Oh, that’s a difficult task.
But, well lets play along,
The game of tag is on!
 
I shall start with cherished,
That feeling is such a bliss.
Like when Anurika tagged me,
Or when you guys nominate me.
It’s such a beautiful feeling,
Thank you for acknowledging me.
 
Then, I shall move on to anger,
For real, this is not a humor.
Pumps up my adrenaline,
And my push ups go doubling.
Don’t ask me the number though.
My fitness is abysmal, so.
 
Then, let me move on to grief,
From where, the deepest pain spill.
That dreaded heart-wrenching feeling,
Believe me, they are inspiring.
They help my words flow,
In my poetry, they glow.
 
Then, comes my dearest, happiness,
Never feeling it would be a mess.
Joy, glee, excitement, what not…
Give it any name you want.
It’s the best of feelings,
A cure to all ailing.
 
Now, I call upon envy,
That not so nice feeling.
But, it could a motivation,
Your greatest resolution.
To ameliorate each day,
And build your own name.
 
Now, let’s move on to love,
From where every problem evolve.
Yet, I love this feeling,
Blindly, and unconditionally loving.
Ah, yes, I’m a hopeless romantic,
Always so very optimistic.
 
Now, I’m feeling laziness,
Too tired to reach number ten.
Well, I don’t like this feeling,
It’s so demotivating.
But, to this feeling, I shall give in
And here I rest my writing.
 
Oh, should I be tagging?
But this laziness won’t let me.
Sleep is coming to claim me,
Its drowsy arms embracing me.
So, I find an easy way out,
YOU, are who I’m tagging.