Soul And Body Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

Soul is always free,
Pure consciousness,
Receptor of all kens;
Body, a material filter,
A sentry guarding gates,
It follows cosmic clock.

Mud and slime do stick
On soul's tender shells,
And strain body's moves,
What for the crystal soul
Metamorphoses divergent,
To sprouts diverse lives.

What's mud and slime,
But for those outside soul!
Mere labels, good and bad,
Standing on convenience;
Soul is the sole existence,
All else is fruits from that.

Receptor is a soul,
Retains ingredients
To cook karmic broth
For body to feed on
And shed weights on
The societal environ.

Nature's cyclic grind,
Neither good nor bad;
Absorption, desorptions
Sprout the life's cycles;
Joy and grief therein,
Add spices to the move.

Soul is a lighted wick
That burns aught it sticks,
So no dirt ever matter
For the soul's pure glow;
If wait for right time,
Soul reigns in its realm.

Body does strive to cleanse
The clouds over the soul
And furbishes back to glow
That's lost while in move;
Soul and body though diverse
Complement in life's process.

A process, a move is body
To keep the soul afresh;
A ceaseless toil all through,
Accomplishing what's right;
A soul ever outside body,
No more lights life's process.