The Lost Soul
At the eve of a new day,it wonders
looking for a resting place.
BY noon , it gets to rest
With no water,no food and no drink
Everything staying invisible, it ponders
while no man can see its face.
It keeps moving to the west
and without a brain, it can't think
Staying dry, it rains ,lightening and thunders.
Thy soul is nowhere to be trace!
Everywhere it goes,it is taken for a guest.
Wishing thy destination is written with an ink
Escaping from the truth,thy soul blunders
while looking back to thee as a disgrace
With shame, it get lost in the forest
As thy poor thoughts with character shrinks
With dismay,thee curse the founders,
and plead for thy soul to be replace.
The founders shall never protest
But one man for one soul, thy soul rethinks
Copyright © Amin Tres | Year Posted 2009
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