Empathy

He misbehaved
Maybe it was a reaction
Or hurt of an artist
Or ego
Of being rejected
Without even being given a chance
Or a frustration
Of something else
Upon someone else.
Or maybe it was the cosmos
Reverting back
My recent conduct
With so many
Where my intention was
Not to hurt
But the conduct was there
Equally bad.
He misbehaved
Without I seeing it coming.
Maybe I should have reacted
I usually do
For the sake of
Self respect.
But I somehow
Had pity there
Not anger.
And I forgave
And trying to forget
Through these words
In my poem.
He misbehaved
Being a stranger
And I am letting it go
Free flow.
For I saw a mirror image
I had empathy
And I have respect now
For every energy
Around
Is after all
Part of the same
Cosmic entity.
So I forgive myself
For my misbehaviour
We all learn
We are in the process of it
Isn't it?