knocks your mind, soul is rung.
What is brought unto the light,
devours darkness shining bright.
Feeding the soul beyond death
starts with life in every breath.
The body then frees the soul,
in time it's the only goal.
Like putting aside old attire
soul is unbonded in holy fire.
We live like those who are blind,
pulling curtains over our mind.
Then at the end we close our eyes
in a belief to see the paradise.
Paradise? It was in the child,
you didn't embrace as he smiled.
Prasenjit©2022
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