Transformation System Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I observe
The transformation
System, that is
Here with me.

I observe
The cooling method
That is there,
In me.

Everything
That happens
Is not mine.

I am no way
Related with
Anyone here, see.
And hence,
I say,
I am perfect.

The food,
I take,
The air,
I inhale,
The light,
I see,
The earth,
On which
I stand,
Nothing is mine,
But I use
All for the time.

And the time is
Laughing at me,
I want to cross
over the time,
I am a toy
In its hand, though.