I Must Incline

I must incline No one has asked so far Why I love stars? Is that they are far and away? Hang in sky and stay They are of little significance It is not by chance But their role is limited But we are always excited I would love natural objects And accept in fact As they are seen daily or occasionally And we too see them joyfully But real things play decisively When I choose companion selectively And love everything about him And join his views as team Naturally I must incline And feel fine For whatever he likes I must always feel same when he dislikes