Homeless Lifeless Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Homeless, lifeless,
Without you, my dear.
You are my ears
You are my eyes,
My legs my hands,
And everything you are,
Without you,
I am nothing but
But dust but space.
I am my voice
Of my time and
In all time.
Each body is my home,
Each living being
Represent me.
No death can touch me,
Call me in any name,
See me in any face.
I am the knowledge of
Each sun coming
At every morning.
I am the sculpture of air
Residing in the star.
And you are in me
Good and fair.