Treasure Island

sarojkumar khan


soul


SOUL

Fly in the sky.
I have no boundary reaches to high.
I see and feel that alone
Willfully reaches to places of unknown.
Above the earth there is no struggle.
It would be wisdom to keep alone.
I shall fly in that blue sky for ever.
After death soul will be remain there.
I am a bird without wing but mind.
It is true that I have no wing.
But mind will fly and will be left behind.
Family will remember for loss of a member.
No escapes where everybody will go there.
Youth passed speedily when enough strength of blood.
But now at old age, blood is cold.
Saroj khan[sakha]
Fly

Submitted: Thursday, March 14, 2013

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SOUL

Fly in the sky.
I have no boundary reaches to high.
I see and feel that alone
Willfully reaches to places of unknown.
Above the earth there is no struggle.
It would be wisdom to keep alone.
I shall fly in that blue sky for ever.
After death soul will be remain there.
I am a bird without wing but mind.
It is true that I have no wing.
But mind will fly and will be left behind.
Family will remember for loss of a member.
No escapes where everybody will go there.
Youth passed speedily when enough strength of blood.
But now at old age, blood is cold.
Saroj khan[sakha]
Fly

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