Not Your Thing Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Think not
My body is a thing
And it is yours.
It would be wrong
To think like that.

My body is a flower,
Fruit of time,
And the situation.

And this body has
Given me alone
The opportunity
To sing and show
The beauty of nature
And in you.

Let me sketch
Love and truth
And life
Embracing beauty
For you.

The sky is there,
And would come
In between us
As a witness,
And I belong
Not also to the sky.

The earth is there
To bear me
And my wicked acts.
But I am sure
I would not do
Any such things
That would go
Against the truth.