I get tired of gazing at other people's navels

There are other body parts you know

Cheek bones, elbows, toes

And a whole world out there

Nothing to do with your angst or mine

And clever people who can describe

A decade in a word or two

A flight of fancy in a thrice

Who can place four corners around

Any incident or place or face

Who can lay bare emotions on

A five line fret

My navel is a malicious eye

Gazing back at me

With no words and no beauty

Totally redundant and quite dumbfounded