No One Is There To Tell Poem by Gajanan Mishra

No one is there to tell me,
How to live, what to do,
Why work, what for
The words are here.
What is perfection and
What is imperfection?
What is birth and
What is death,
No one is here to tell.
Not that I am not asking,
But I am not getting one single
Answer that match
With another.
No explanation, no literature,
Is there that can give satisfaction
At any time and yet I am living,
Living alone here with you, my dear.