Soul Poem by Skeener Azlan

Philosophers have once asked us,
Do we even have a soul in our body?
Cause if it exists, in what form will it be?
Is it in the form of the ghost that we usually seen?
Or is it in the form of the light that we never even realize to be,
Tell me now why cant we see a soul and know it was a soul,
Why cant we even touch it, but yet we can feel it
But in deep of our heart, we know it exists.


So when someone died where the soul have gone to,
Is it to heaven, to hell or to a place we never know to,
Is it to a world we never been in,
Or it will just disappear following the wind?

Im sorry to ask this too much questions,
But what im asking is just about our very own soul,
About ourselves that we dont even care to know,
And yet you claim this whole world is under YOU,
But you cant even answer one simple question on
WHO ARE YOU?

So philosophers said again
If there is no soul, then death mean the end of every single living thing,
There will be no more life, no more death and you are just vanish
You are just a form of imagination living in this world and then extinct,
A possibility that was too horrible to just even think.

Then, if it is the case,
Then tell me what is the point of this life,
If it ends with such an absolute finality in death?
Then tell me are we just a form of a doll or a Sims that live so hard on this world and then cease to exist?
So whats the point of our life?
Tell me.

IF ONLY,
If only i could wake up all the corpse back,
And ask just one simple question,
'What is happening after you die? '
And surely,
All this questions will be answered
And surely,
All this doubt will be explained
And surely,
All the truth will be prevailed! !