I have a soul and I
Know it, my shoe told me
About it; one day while
in transit; from the greener pastures
to an arid one; though other way round
Would have been fun. Sole sole
in my shoe; sole soul in me too.
Can’t be separated from
the self; if separated; won’t be of help
For both the shoe and me; without
Soul is available free. So keep it in;
Deep inside; on its sole you may glide
And take the rough with smooth
in your stride.
All that soul-searching will wear out your sole....so slow down..! ! Cheeers. Subroto
Well penned the sole sole in both... a poem with a soul.. regards sandhya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems kinda broken up into fragments? I am so used to your work reading straight through and with a smooth flow. It is almost 'choppy'. You have some good, solid thoughts and fun choices of words though! :) Deborah Cromer