Chastity Reborn! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by lalitha iyer

the poor mind
embroiled in thousand kinds
of trifle things
lost its chastity
and ended up into waste rings....

the poor maid
not knowing how to manage
the growing poverty
and biting insecurity
relented to leasing
spenting energy
and costing purity

the milk adulterated
lost its bonding strength
separated and sour
it is invaded wtih germs galore
curd they call the milk spoilt
however lost is the fluidity and
the lovely milky spores.

in its way down the hills
frustrated with the dust of mills
flows down the river
mixed with host of gravels
the story of the lost sanctity
of the water downhill unravelled
could you blame the rivulets helpless
ruined by the predicaments callous

let us catch the wavering mind
and the whistling wind
and tune the same with single sound
lest that too gets weeded
with the seed of filthy creeds
the mind single focussed
let us light in prayers cared
let not the disturbed mind lie
at the feet of divinity high
noble feelings to breed
let us think not of evil deeds and guides
chastier is the mind clean and swept
of all the Intentions and interior motives
just in Innocence let the mind's Superiority abide.