I complained about my body of being Lazy in religious commitment
Yet being hasty towards the wordly enjoyment
And i remained bewildered my soul being discontent which my body loved
In agony i asked the saint of my problem
The saint replied don't you know the body is made of wordly material while the soul is heavenly possession.
i left while i pondered and here my soul felt a prisoner under the bondage of worldly lusts
Like a bird in a cage who has lost his nest.
Lo! Lo! Lo! Lo!
A body buried under the worldy possession's which he always longed
While the soul flew for his heavenly abode.
