When our egos are crushed
feeling damaged beyond repair.
No pride left, only humiliation,
appears full appreciation
of the fact that we have a soul.
A soul with values and inner warmth
with principles and inner strength
providing us some drive and love
No matter what,
Then a tear
does reappear.
but there is my soul,
to soothe and console,
no matter what!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marvellous, man's real self is the soul. Ego attached with the body, mind, and intellect is the pretender. Man is far too busy with this impostor. Only we transcend it all, can we hope to reach the real one. Your first stanza excellently brings out this fact.