I Respect All Poem by Gajanan Mishra

For me
Who is there
I know.
I know
You are present,
I know
You present yourself
Before me.

Before me
Each one is
Busy in playing
Cards to please.
Each one is
Telling something
Not worthless
And not to be rejected.

I smell
And it is ancient,
I talk
And in my talk
You mark my consent.
What you give,
That I take
And it is life.

I take my food,
And not others.
I know the value of
Tablecloth.
I respect all
Who are there
At that time
For me.