What You Are Telling, My Dear Poem by Gajanan Mishra

What you are telling, my dear,
I have to tolerate all like a tree
Thinking of the consequences of
My previous activities and life,
And I am rejecting hereby the ethic of
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
I am to remain silent and it is you to
Leave thinking me good for nothing.
I care not whether I am properly
Respected or not, even with words.
Let me stay hardhearted and miserly
Within me all the time.
Why should you give value to me, dear?
Who am I? am I a living entity?