Nothing Called Poem by Gajanan Mishra

There is nothing
Called purity
Called good conduct
Called truth.

There is nothing
To know
Not to know
If anybody comes to
Explain he is
Now a fool
To laugh at.

No translation is needed
No translator is appointed
You just go on doing
Your own works on your own ways.

You are free to do
Whatever you like
But you are not free
To take birth
Not free to get fruits.

You are judged
Good and bad
Purity impurity
Truth and false.