Whisper Of Soul

Spurious is the body which decays with Time

Yet the soul dwells there and enjoys the Mime

What more do we have to learn from this snare

Which allures us for life and kills without care

We know what we see is nothing but the shade

Which at the end of the earth will fall and fade

Yet we run to catch mirage and then puff and die

We forget to remember that life is not always a pie

Forbidden fruit was hanging in Heaven too

That is what our ancestral refused us to do