What Do You Think Of Me? Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Am I a thief?
Am I a loafer?
Have I engaged me in
Prostitution anywhere
At any time?
What do you think of me?

See me, I am air,
I am fire.
And how you dare
To say so many things.
But I don't care.

I know the loss is yours,
I know you are there
To put in trouble yourself.

I am nothing and no one,
I am always busy in my works,
Through my words.

All truth I know, and I know
No place is there for falsehood.