Soul Search
Could I say, like the air, I've not seen it, yet, it exists?
Could I live devoid of it, as, like a storm-grasp, it twists?
It’s on the head; it’s in the heart; it’s immortal, they say;
I search, like a lost gem, yet, fail to find it anyway!
If not seen when the body dies; is it just the breath, then?
Why does it enter the frame and leave? Will it come, again?
It's within they say, yet, when the outer is cut, not found,
Each cell seems so empty like an onion peeled all around!
Like god living in a shrine, the soul lives in a body;
How Atman is Paramatman if the soul is gaudy?
I had my souls; not just one; father, mother, and siblings,
Haven't my soul gone, as they, too high, have taken their wings?
I am soul; I am body too; I am one and the same;
To this sole harmony, may anyone give any name!
The concept of soul is not simple in this world, complex,
As each one is alien to their soul now has become hex!
So, I am searching for my soul; If you too, come with me;
May yours in me enjoy the bliss, and mine in you feel... free...!
19 November 2021
Soul Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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