My Body Poem by C. P. Sharma

About my body I am crazy,
Besides it, all else is hazy,
Amazed of its looks glazy,
In its make up I am busy.

I boast of my body,
I consider it great;
Inside and outside,
The dirt accumulate(s) .

I clean it everyday,
Can't get rid of it;
It claims supremacy,
Me, its ego outwit(s) .

Body's muscles always flex,
I don't have check my reflex,
I am obsessed by the other sex,
I am always between the decks.

The sun, the moon, the stars,
All the heavenly bodies it bars.
Busy in money and muscle power,
I miss the scent and hues of flowers.

Who am I? This I don't know,
I am ever busy in body's show,
All name and fame to it I owe,
Who don't praise it, are its foe.


When I leave the body, others know:
I am not it, disregard to it they show,
For ultimate disposal with it they go,
Take it for burial or into the fire throw.

I see it happen everyday,
Never meditate and pray,
I am in complete dismay,
Riddance from the clay betray(s) .

Thus, from body to body I jump,
On this body the dirt I dump.