Bask your soul
with the fire
which Prometheus
brought for the mankind.....
Your soul is tattered,
worn out and filthy.
Can't you smell it?
No, I won't blame you,
it's your cruel lot,
taking you by your
hand to the darkest
region of hell...
The Blue light is
around you, but
you are not scorched,
because, once one is taken
by hell, his spiritual
sense becomes numb!
Yet, if you want to
comeback, and walk
on the same track,
we are awaiting
in the turning of
the way to Heaven.
Amen!
A beautiful write asking the tattered soul to bask with the fire.! Will the worn out and filthy soul understand?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Haripada: I got a lot out of this poem. While we are yet alive let us get our souls right or spend eternity where the fire will never be quenched. Much appreciated.