Untouched is the soul Wherever it goes Boundless yes it is Complete in itself as a whole The temptations, the lust Are merely the body’s desires Which go away so easily After the body is reduced to dust From far away above A shooting star appears Resembling a bullet on fire Look closely, it’s a beautiful dove Untouched is the soul Of the gentle touch of the flowers Or the mighty whips of wrath Hell or heaven is its ultimate goal Of all the skirmishes Or all the kisses Free from all the feelings Only one, a guilt which blemishes it One mourns, Other prays For the peace of the dead Expressing the lament, it is burnt But the soul still stays Untouched is the soul Decide where you want to be Stay free. Forgive and forget the guilt Living without it, is nothing but a hole. This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. We give out themes for creative writing each weekend for Indian bloggers.
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