Who Am I - So Many Times Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Who am I - so many times,
I am asking this question,
But no one is able to
Answer in correct perspectives.
Some say it is a puzzle,
Some other say it is bogus,
Yet another group say really
So far we know not what is that.
But who am I - remain unanswered
And I sit down as usual
At my study room alone.
My wife came and told me
Why I am not loving her as before,
My sons are busy in their duty,
And sent messages wait, papa.
But who am I to wait and
Where is the place to sit quite
And wait a while and for why.
No one is able to uinderstand
And they all declare that
I have gone mad with my poetry.