Soul
Like liquid
Takes shape
Of its container,
Let out
It assimilates
Into stream
Reaching
The ocean
Of eternity.
I wish
To search
My soul
However tough
It may be
And set
My path
To salvation
So help me
My Master.
Searching one's path to salvation is the noblest of human endeavours! But we can do it only with the aid of the great Master!
A great poem, the soul is what make us, a really great write.
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A great write in its fathomless spiritual and philosophical depth. Loved the humble way of expressing a subject of high degree importance.