Man Is A Debris Poem by V Neelakandaru Bhattathiri

The fine creation man is a debris
Where all kinds of trash works
The flesh and blood contaminated
Produce odours nauseating to the most beloved
He sans the covering of flesh creates
Fear and disgust in the onlooker.
The mind, the core of human world
Is the greatest debris with no end
It is a pit, fathomless, being filled up
With ideas, thoughts, passions and feelings
Of the most unholy and wicked, though
There are nice and pleasant odours.

Hence, oh, man, sweep away the debris
And always be in communion
With the purest, the Almighty,
The all-pervading Fragrance.