A History of Indian Literature v2.c20.s3.74

v2.c20.s3.74

"The body goes slowly like an old cart,
The eyes are short-sighted like bad friends,
The ears are deaf like bad sons,
The teeth have fallen out like spokes out of the wheel,
The hands find it difficult to grasp, like elephants taking a bite,
The legs are unreliable like bad women ;
Only the crutch is like the beloved of the heart."