Politically Right Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I do not want to praise you,
I do not wish to be seen right.
You have your rights to see me wrong.
I am not here to be your chaperone,
To guide you, protect you, resuscitate.
Your flat line, is not my joy.
I am not your certificate.
You need to write yours.
Sign it, be legible.
If I don't like your hand and its writing,
I should be able to read what you wrote.
My understanding need not be yours,
Yours need not be mine.