Meet Me At Crisscross Poem by C. P. Sharma

My friends
My vanity,
My family
My insanity,
For money
I don't bargain,
Except me
All others are sane,
They might laugh at me
Why I care not for loss or gain,
Why the world isn't my terrain.

Neither a warrior nor a priest
On the dead I don.t feast
Beasts and priests are in me
I am their honeycomb
Like bees, they get stuck to me
Sans honey, they don't feel free

Sanity, vanity, gain and loss
Beyond them, if you cut across
There you meet Me at crisscross
There you feel yourself your boss
Beyond revolutions and explorations, I live
Meeting me is a blessed blissful dive.