Worn-out clothes, a person discards
Fresh and new ones are on the cards.
Tattered bodies soul casts away
Takes up new ones to hold its sway.
Fierce and brutal weapons et al
Can they cut soul? -No, not at all.
Flames of fire fail to burn it.
And water does not drench it wet.
Blowing soft breeze or violent storm
Ne'er can dry soul in any form
Eternal soul lasts forever
Births or deaths affect it never.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is one of my interesting topic, but a part of our readers do not believe in the soul, body and karma things, but they trust the spirits...as long as we don't have any prove about these metaphysical matters, we have to accommodate one another with respect..Good poem. Thank you for sharing