Shed Them Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Shed them

So lovely and deep
To keep
Mind under control
With early rising call

No use to take bath in holy water
When we don't alter
Our views altogether
To become pure

So until we chant with concentration
There is no improvisation
Nothing changes with approach
As greed and jealousies remain with us as such

Eyes move with lust
And still we talk of trust
Nothing changes in us
As we are monkey's descendants

So remain simple as you are
Don't go too far
Everything is within
Just try to shed them or win over