My nerves are raw

My mind is a jumble

Made my hands tremble

I cannot hold on to anything

Or lift anything for long

Why do I suffer this plight?

I was comfortable

Seeking alms door to door

Had I not begged for a boon

That gave me all I wanted

Even things I did not need

I undid myself

It was my greed

That unnerved me

Unsteadied my mind

And made my hands tremble

That shook me apart

Dimmed my eyes

That I cannot see

Bright maybe the light.