Unaware of god’s boon upon me
All my fulfilling days in believing self-created-wealth
The greatest license granted upon my comfort
Comes with an impact of meaningless mission

Again the law made for my being, liberty
I represent great lives to express
Of dignity, love and my offering to humankind
For my charity is the sole joy to other’s need

Not as savoury nor a foe
But the burden to my pampered immunity
Became self shutter to the window of restraint
Happy life was not written on any side of the coin

I don’t deny existing measures
Of when and how it is confronted
I make me do what I did
To desire absolutely nothing more but a snare

I battle with thanking this bounty
When my conscience collide
Not all were wrong falling for temporal
But luxurious too birth in bizarre karma

Despite turbulent interference  At the end I hold all tales of filthy pain

For each time wandered off And every desire I traded

I fear of been heard wrong
My thoughts too have become impure
As feet feeble,