Why To Win Respect Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
Why To Win Respect
What to expect?
Dirty dust under my feet.
Am I a cheat?
I am holding your hands
I am touching your forehead
I am in front of your eyes
I am a flower in the garland You wear.
Tell me, tell me, who am I
And You are in equanimity
With new clothes every moment
Taking me upwards with and without my consent.
All these are here not for the sake of show
I realized and you called me loudly
I want to sacrifice myself for You
And You are declaring my victory at the end.
What to do with that victory
That I do not know and I am sure
I know not the beginning and the end
And in the middle I am in my life threefold.
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4/23/2024 4:42:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Mr. Gajanan Sorry, I just had some fun with them I need some good laugh, been under a lot of pressure Big victory last night but I paid high price with my exhaustion Out of due respect to you and Mr. Amathalal I already stop the game. Still want to send in poems but I will take a long break. Give you all a break too. Respectfully, Don