Aniruddha Pathak Senses Poems

One may be striving all along,
O Kunti's son,
A man of discretion,
Still, the senses turbulent, strong,
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Withdrawn be when the senses frail
From faggots of fire that assail,
The relish still for them remains
When from desires the man abstains;
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The graveyard of senses

A skull bowl for bare needs— was all he1 had—
All he needed, joy needs no more to add.
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