Body-Chariot Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Here is my body
My chariot
My senses are
My horses
Pull this chariot
Pious and impious
Activities are
Two wheels of
This chariot
Three modes of
Material nature
Goodness passion
And ignorance are
Flag of the chariot
Life-airs are
The bondage of
The chariot
My mind is
The rope
My intelligence is
The driver of the chariot
Here the heart is
The sitting place
Pleasure and pain
Are knotting place
Seven elements are
The covering
Working senses are
Five external processes
Eleven senses are
The soldiers
Alas, knowing all
I am going to fulfill
My false desires
And I am running after
Sense enjoyment
Life after life
And I am not trying
To cross the border
Of the material world
And making no progress
Towards eternal Truth
It is all my fault
Chariot has nothing to do.