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.