Preference Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

I saw him
Outside my window
Shaking his head,
Disapprovingly.
Was it me he saw or
The world in my room
Who knows.
He seemed unhappy.
I wanted to know why,
But did not ask,
His look discouraged me.
I looked at the mirror,
Undoubtedly,
The face I saw was mine,
It seemed fine,
There was no change.
But the world in my room,
Made by my imagination,
Changed frequently,
It was not steady
Though beautiful,
It was this variability,
That irked my friend,
That he disapproved.
Any day, I would prefer
A changing world
Not a stagnant one.