Own Attractions Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I have my own attractions
Through eyes ears skin tongue and nose
For sight sound touch taste and smell.

Am I going towards hell?

I know what is desirable for one
Is not desirable for another
My dear, I beg cool air as it is summer.

Who told me I am a fighter?

What is appeared and what is disappeared
Nobody is here to tell me and I am
In a confusion and with no connection.

I know not what for this tansformation.