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Somanathan Iyer

Story of the Soul

Soul is the pre-occupant, while life
Is the late entrant in this bodily journey
Till the arrival to this world, the soul
Influence the mind on living the life
Once out in this world mind locks in bind
with needs and desires of daily life
Ignoring the existence of the soul within
With no role to play the soul fails to sway
Eclipsed by illusion it remains disillusioned
Over ruled by the mind, the brain
and the life, always it feels isolated
Conscience is the only role it opts to play at times
Seldom conscience is cared by any
Scared to the core it braves never to surface
Rued and wretched soul sinks in sorrow
Waiting for this life to end and worried over next birth
Enchanted by the body engraved by bondage
Life moves on to a materialistic marathon
widening the gap between the soul and its goal

Submitted: Thursday, January 16, 2014
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