Poem 71. 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?