Truly No One Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Truly no one
Truly no one can say
Where is my head
And where is my leg
Is leg the beginning
And the head the end
Or vice versa or reverse
No one can say
Where is my purse
That has the sound of
Full knowledge
That has the sound of
Earthquake here
That I wear
While writing poems
You can feel
You can sing
My poems within You
O my dear and for which
I have came crossing
All rivers and oceans
To say that is truth
And You are waiting for me
At the identity pick
Of the dormitory.