Why do the classy and the rich
Like to play poor as a hobby
Why do the poor and the indigent
Dream of affluence habitually

Why does the untasted dish
Bear the promise of ambrosia
Why does the forbidden land
Seem like the ultimate utopia

Why does the full moon
From the earth look so lovely
When we all know for sure
That it is barren and crusty

Why is revelation of reality
Cruel and so very hard
When it bares the truth
Faithfully playing its part

Why do hearts grow fonder
To blossom from a distance
Why does familiarity so often
Breed hatred and contempt

Why does grass seem greener
When viewed across the river
When you can be equally content
Flourishing on this side forever

Subir Chakraborty / 25th July 2018