Author Lalleshwari Ah me! the Five (Bhuta-s) , the ten (Indriya-s) , And the Eleventh, their lord the mind, scraped this pot* and went away. Had all together pulled on the rope, Why should the Eleventh have lost the cow? (Why should the soul have gone astray?) Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments