A Thought In The Office - Space Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

No space is entirely mine
although all space that I occupy
belongs to me, and that space shifts as I move.
Is this a paradox or a mindblock?
I don't know.
Most of the questions that come to mind, do not have answers --
even if there are answers,
they aren't comprehensible.
Why do they crave for spacious office?
Will they play football there?
Why should there be a large table,
and around that so many chairs?
I don't understand.
In fact, I don't understand the logic structure of things around,
ideas around, privileges around, and perquisites around.
I am happy with my understanding of space,
as long as this space is meaningfully utilized.
What does this mean?
All space is for all to be happy about,
but no space is well-defined.
Anyway, my doubt remains.