Beware of Mind and Senses - Our Six Relatives
Six relatives we all have got
Five sense organs and one mind
They are relatives for they are not us
We are the soul they tag along with us
They pester us to dance to their tunes
Mind helping them through and through
All demand their desire to be fulfilled
We believe they are us, we don't realise
And an unhappy life is lead
It is essential that we control these relatives
And do what is right for our happiness
Our real aim is to get them out of our life
Discover ourselves, lead a blissful life
Once we realise we are the soul
And endeavor to seek our self
They will pose hindrance to us
Continuously pamper them and they are happiest
It is high time we stop listening to them
Hold their reins in our hand,
and work vigorously, passionately to discover ourself
Then only we will attain salvation
And door to eternal bliss will open for us
Date: 10/31/2020
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