Called a soul. An invented word, informed
by others that it is part of our being. Are we
so certain it exists?
The religious have no doubts. Scriptures are
replete with its existence. Spiritually existing
in the body, and flying with wings on death to
heaven, or hell.
Souls are the beginning, and end of humans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem