Poem 71. Precious

Precious

Hunger to mingle

laugh with  ease

increase increase

difficult to control.

To be among people

watch ,argue,feel

get angry, be sad

wishing for all that.

Lives in comfort

being mentally a pauper

By world, should be happy

but not at all.

If comforts bring happiness

why does it play as a mirage

just being in front of me

not attainable..

What is precious, dear tell me,

happiness or comforts?