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Death of a Soul

Scriptures have said it long ago,
sages believe it’s divinely right,
the body dies when it’s time,
but the soul never dies.

It wanders the deepest valleys,
It wanders the mountains wide,
It searches for solace everywhere,
like it’s only birthright,

After searches made across galaxies,
with no solace found,
It reaches the almighty one day,
with no pride and no sound.

The almighty asks all the souls
a single question every time,
Did you lived with the body?
Did the body ever found a peace of mind?

Soul said it didn’t live,
It was dying all the time,
Because the body never listened  to the heart,but only to the mind.

a thousand dreams were unheard,
of the heart and soul,
one gave up with the body,
one now dies with nowhere to roam.

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