Why Are You Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Why are you
Thinking me honourable?
I am not at all honourable.

But surely
I am the one
In the transport of joy.
I am with my words,
With my love
And with my truth.

You are my truth, dear.

Let me clear,
I am not meritorious,
So also I am not victorious.
But definitely
Awareness and bliss-
With us.

I am the embodiment of
My own existence.
I do agree
I am not sinless,
I am going on my own ways
Singing my own song,
But wholly
I am in the ocean,
Ocean of nectar.

I know
My thinking processes
Taking me with
That of supreme light.

I am nothing,
I am not at all powerful.

No reason
To think me honourable.