I am immature
I am agitated
I am still tainted
By lust and attached to
The objects of sense gratification.
I am not able to perform
My duties and not in a position
To Obey the order of my Master
I am poor and I am welcoming my danger
Like the lusty women unfaithful to own partner.
I know my dear what is
Bondage for me is
Freedom for You
I know Your internal potency I know You.
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