Hiba H Zantout
Souls Never Die - Poem by Hiba H Zantout
Some people believe when we die,
Our souls leave to dive low or fly high.
Deep into Hell or up to Heaven,
With good deeds, you get crowned,
If with bad ones, then you're drowned.
Age won't matter, it's hell or heaven.
Others believe in recarnation,
When we die, souls keep a relation,
Into the new born, they make an invasion
When they do, they follow their temptation
To stay on earth and never leave,
Being immortal, they forever achieve.
The children grow old,
With souls so bold,
Sensations like gold,
To knowledge they hold.
Yes... God to us has told,
Your deeds decide, young or old.
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