My Home Poem by Moahammad Maleki

My home is upon ascendencies
But, I do not nurture fantacy in my mind
Longing for the loftiest
I do not suture my eyes to the delusionaary skies untrodden

I cast my eyes toward abysmal depth of this world
Over clouds, there awaits no wizard
They are figments of man's mind
And to decadence and downfall they shall be grounded

I sew my weary eyes to reality
Inevitably they are doomed to purify asinines
All of pure-renderers look down to earth

Isn't it too minuscule for nourishing the aspirations till flourishing? ? ?