My soul lost
Long ago
Searches for
So much more
Never dies
Only cries
'til Rejoined
The situation is akin to losing one's identity. This is indeed a personal crisis.
Kerouac was really longing for his brother Gerard. And for heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soul sitting in a body has come in this world on a plesure trip, when the trip starts boring it goes back to its native town in the heavens. A wonderful poem.
Wow! What a beautiful response, Akhtar! Thank You so much!