Soul Reaps Sins Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Soul Reaps Sins



I own gain and loss of my firm.
My servants to it are immune.
Servants terminated, remains
The residue only with me.
Sins and virtues stick to the Self
Not to the body that’s mortal.
Only soul feels heat and cold.
Sans soul the body is immune.
30.07.2010

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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