Without soul body is clay

When I see women; I see them as blessing of God
Without them what we would be doing; oh my Lord
When  see them as moms; it gives me pleasure lot
When see moms' devotion; surprise me on the spot

God created from one soul; what an amazing creation
Become individual; unable to understand his creation
When sun rays focused on; it heats up surface to burn
Have to follow it scientifically; it sheds light in return

Love; she reflects; has something in life to churn
Satisfied with surface; not ready anything to learn
Pleasure is our motive; don't want thoughts to burn
Fruit after fruit readily available; happy to have fun

Have to divert attention to reality; to measure some
Who made it; and why he made it; think with concern
It's there to enjoy; it has answers many; with reasons
Go deep into conscience; there're many things to learn

In 1000s of years; become so advance; it looks fun!
Two side of a picture; other side is too rosy to learn
Most of us ridicule; spiritual existence for no reason
Without soul body is clay; 'meaningful'; we don't learn