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Poor Soul Lost Its Way
[ Background by www.Soup-Faerie.Com ] SultryRose's Signatures Poor Soul Lost Its Way Poor soul To find the destiny Has to stroll Never born, Never die Nothing more One can defy. Death and birth On this earth, Balances only The Karmic worth. Allotted bodies Whenever die, How another to fix it, The God to decide. Soul is moving Does not seem free, To end its journey Finding Thee. But The wind seems Not favorable, Making its way Totally Disable. The cruel hands of destiny Separates its way. And enforces the Poor Soul In this vicious circle To stay. ~~~~*HARASH MAHAJAN*~~~~ Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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