What Is Not Divine Poem by Gajanan Mishra

What is not divine,
Tell me, my dear.
I am here to hear
Your answer to
Take myself to future.

Rumour is that
I am the dirt
In divine's art,
I am with tears
Going with nature.

Rule of law that differ
From the disappointer,
I am the poet
And the philosopher
Waiting to proceed further
With my own self-rudder.

Am I not divine, my dear?
See me, listen my lecture,
And if you have wish
You may utter.
But be sure, your
Each utterance is also divine.