In An Orderly Way Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Maintain me my dear,
In an orderly way.
See, I have nothing to give,
I am poor and also foolish.

You have given me everything,
I do admit my dear.
Yet I am poor for my own faults,
I feel no sensation, I have no blood.

Give me strength to fight, dear.
Give me voice to raise,
You have given me the language, no doubt,
Yet I am good for nothing, not using it
At any time anywhere at my home,
Give me the courage to move forward, my dear.

I am here under pressure,
Let me learn something from nature, dear.
Let me realize I am free and sovereign,
Let me know who I am and how to stand
Before all here in all weather.