On Soul

On Soul

P K Routray

My hand, my eye, my ear,

my hair my nail and my finger,

my head, my heart and my knee

they may be mine but not me.

My limbs you see, my traits you feel

but to none its identity, my soul does reveal.

Its volume, size, and shape are beyond comprehension

only gospels, faith, superstitions give it some dimension.

Some say souls as invisible spirit,

good or bad after death to Him they sprint.

Good He keeps, bad he drives away

till the second coming, away bad have to stay

in pain and torture, may be with devil

this is the after math of the souls, good or evil.

On the fate of souls after death, thus some belief sums

that souls have to wait in graves till a qayamant comes

to meet Him and get His judgment and consequential life again

till then as per deeds they live in the grave with pleasure or pain.

Some preach that the soul is immortal and is a part of super soul

with good deeds, life after life it merges with Him as its ultimate goal

till then it gets birth and rebirth, decay and demise

until it earns befitting deeds under many a role and guise.

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