Who Is There To Read Me? Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Who is there to read me?
Who is there to hear me?
Who is there to understand me?
Who is there to love me?
Who is there to know the truth?
I am not selfless here,
I am not self-oriented.
I am here to stand before the storms,
I am in my own form.
I am here to expand like
The water, the air, the sky, the fire.
I am unique and not
Identical with anyone.
I am exactly what you think me,
But you are there to receive
The kick-back meant for you.
I am the truth, truth, and the truth.