I Tell Myself Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Not to be worried,
I tell myself, idiot,
I am doing nothing
And for this they all
Tell I am clean,
All wonder in me, though.

Hot the sun, but
I say it is an ice.
No one tells me a liar.
And I wonder
How this world is
Made of.

All know everything
And no one knows nothing.
I tell everything
About all everywhere.
And what they care
Not me but for themselves.

I think about a good word,
And that is already there
In each one.
Nothing to explore,
But the time has served
A notice expired.