What Am I Doing? Poem by Gajanan Mishra

The answer is not here with me.
What am I doing?
Where did I come from?
What are the words I keep on speaking?
I am busy looking myself,
And I am fearing anyone's presence.
Who am I?
What is this time?
All that I want to know
From the very beginning.
But see, I am demonstrating myself,
Here before all beings,
And all are waiting for the next movie
Of my own living style.
No contradiction,
No rhyme, no reason.
But it is all self-centered, dear,
It is all conditioned and not cleared.