The Reality

Why are we shocked with the space we owe? Conveys with it a specific frustration With not a single companion to have, But how little we need to bring The main exhilaration that exists, Is the exhilaration we've carried with us Frangipanis outside needs thy steady acclaim, The inflated shafts, once a primary fascination Looks fit for somebody other than me Still it’s mine Now I think It Will be known by the art we hang May be that is the reason Wherever we go nowadays Vanity has tailed us like a pet When we believe in anecdotes Than worldly companions can never be ours I feel that with a house this way, I should set up a major gathering That would please with vulnerabilities of night, And simply attempt to settle in As everybody, even in his own space, is a vexed visitor