I want to reach out,
   and touch the sky.
I want to reach out,
   and touch the greenery.
I want to reach out,
   and touch the imagination,
but somehow fail to grasp it.
All that seems within my reach
are those
   brick walls,
   iron girders,
   artificial emotions,
   high rise buildings,
   six pocket pants,
   exam certificates,
   computer pornography.

and I still yearn and cry out for,
   unending spaces,
   swaying life forms,
   pouring rains,
   unbroken rainbows,

a money plant,

and a hapless carefree life.