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.
the dirt gets accumulated...both inside and outside...that is why our ancestors affixed much importance to cleancing of body and mind...but ancient sages, they never bothered about cleancing, for their body and mind were far above the threshold where dirt could accumulate...they had their own ways for achieving physical and mental purity (Bahya Abyandhara Suchi) ...riddance... as the poem advises... a good philosophical write, sharmaji!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an eyeopener write cleaning the virulent meridians is so much important to lead a sanctified life