Shedding Everything Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Shedding everything
I came to you, see me.

Who you are I can't say
But I am not allowed to touch you.

I consoled myself, worry not dear,
To see eyes to eyes is sufficient.

You are there on a golden seat,
I am here on a seat made of grass,
I know of course,
Both are the product of the earth.

I have kept my face-cloth
With me for use in time,
But I discovered no separate face,
With me when I see you.