My Soul Is Migrating... Poem by Neela Nath Das

Our soul knows the truth, Haripada. I do not know why it speaks only in whispers but we manage to become truly silent we can hear it If we truly hear its whispers, we know we can make a big difference while our soul is captured in this earthly life. When I was young I had some ideals like many young people have. Like many young people, I was about to lose my ideals when my soul urged me not to. Now I am slowly getting beyond middle age, but still have kept my ideals alive I still believe that I can change the world and that I am contributing my small thing doing so. Each of us can. If we manage to touch or inspire a few people each year, we can start a spiral of goodness. A kindness revolution starts with the kindness of few people. Many more than just a few are now practicing daily small kindnesses. Soon we will reach the exponential phase of this and we will have something really unstoppable going on, making this harsh world looking as something barbaric from the past. Wow, your poem realy got me dreaming; dare to dream with me. Good work

Refined thoughts couched in the poem splendidly can be discerned very well.- -My soul is migrating / like a swanof a far-off / abode, from where I came, / there I'll go! Beautiful lines that capture the heart!

Another great poem, especially liked the last four lines.

One day the soul has to migrate to a far off abode which is our real home! Enjoyed this great write!