Soul Of Sin Poem by Naveed Akram

The sorrowful soul collects dirt that drives us down in sin,
Inner workings of the organ that collapses are huge;
This mishmash of thoughts and sentiments is immense,
Offering us no explanation, no controversy but nature.
To highlight one opinion carries the harm of upsetting,
And if upsetting is absurd then let torture be not.
For the mind works so hard in its quest to fineness,
Total disregard for it relies on willpower and ardour.