A CLEAN SOUL IN A BODY
Poem by Chan Mongol
April 27 of 2022
Since many years, I been living there;
Would you be there to be my neighbor?
I love my home and
nearby boulevarsds;
There, top of trees, hatching by birds.
Born in a village and raised up too;
But polluted cities dispatch sorrow.
Removing ponds, meadows, trees;
Why making dirty, Overcrowded cities?
No hypnosis with uncivil, impurity;
A clean soul in a body is my priority.
No physical prayers but my soul does;
My soul thanks to the universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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