What Is There But You Poem by Gajanan Mishra

For me
The sun is not the sun.
Then what? they enquired.
And I replied
Who are you to asked.
And I found
They were searching
Their words.
This is not the logical
End of the war, that I know.
I know they are my
Integral part and parcel
And without them
My identity was/is zero.
But what I mean to say
About today is still in mystery.
It is not the hill to climb on,
It is not the chocolate to chew,
It is not the sight to visualize,
It is not the bread to eat,
It is not the dress to put on.
What I say is nothing but barren.
Still you say see the sunrise,
No night can override you now.
I know it is not the whole truth,
I know, for me, what is there is but you.