The Water Of This River Poem by Gajanan Mishra

The water of this river
Is red.
But I am black
In color.
And you are going on
Discriminating me.
Still, I care not.

I care not,
The color of the sky,
I care not,
How deep the ocean is.
And I am here as usual.
The thing is I am here
To take care everything.

The air is there,
So also the light.
The sun is coming
And going without break.
I am not asking about
Your dress and related
The wholesale rate.

Of course, I am to
Abide the rules,
But for what
That I know not.
I care not
The duty of priesthood,
True.