>≫≫Cause Of Dissatisfaction

It is not bounded with any high wall Nor has it any warden or superintendent No restrictions do I have on my movement But it works for me like a jail I eat, I sleep And when I get tempted I walk through the curl of lips Run through the span of hips I get relief But I could not come out of it I am chained in routine work Let alone satisfaction I am frustrated with the incensing demand As if they have no limitation And the burden to fulfil them Falls upon my limited body No mystery No wonder I reveal My folly lies Instead of paying attention to the unlimited mind which is the cause, the source of my dissatisfaction Too much I rely upon my body.