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The Body, the Mind and the Soul 

                                When the body battered by fate
                                And worn out with worrying age
                                 Reaches quite a delicate state
                                In the midst of life`s final stage,
                                 When the body aches with pain
                                And walking a hundred footsteps
                                   At a stretch is a task in vain,
                                When climbing a dozen of steps
                              Leads to outright gasping for breath,
                                    I feel like taking a due rest
                                  Instead of still moving uphill
                                 At the behest of my own will.

                               When the mind is as ever strong
                               And the spirit is still quite fresh,
                                When the self is as ever young
                               And the soul is as ever blessed,
                         They long for rhymes and rhythms to frame
                                And divine hymns to sweetly air,
                            They long for the light of their flame
                                To impart to those with a flair,
                           They long for their emotions to share
                              With those who truly wish to care,
                           They long for their thoughts to partake
                                 Amidst those with a real stake.

                                As the seat of reason, the mind
                                  Aims at a fine balance to find
                                Between what the body cherish
                                   And what the ego do relish
                              While the sole yearning of the soul
                            That keeps body and mind in control,
                                Rules over the heart and the will,
                                  Keeps desires at a standstill,
                            Reigns over thoughts and the passion
                                   And leads the imagination,
                              Is neither to retreat, nor to bend
                            But to pursue its journey to the end.


                           Squeezed in the midst of the cravings
                             Of the body, the mind and the soul,
                           Can I construe which chord to string!
                         As the Lord sways and and does control
                              The whole universe and the soul,
                                      A very minute particle
                                  Of the eternal Supreme Soul,
                               As a creature meek and humble
                                 Let me cede myself to His will
                              That He may guide my path until
                                   The end of my journey in life,
                               Until the last breath I shall strive.



Placed 5th in
Up to You Again Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Written 8 March 2023
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