Soul’s Desire
Poetry (Spiritual)
I am born a human, dignified of all God’s creations.
A physical body with no imperfection, and a pure soul in my valuable possession.
I am blessed with all the basic necessity, A roof to provide my safety, clothing to protect my modesty, and food to attain my satiety.
Not all my fellow human are blessed as I am, yet to my creator my complaints are plenty.
When the perforated roof lets in the blazing sun to burn my skin, or the pelting rain to pour in, My heart desires for lives of people in huge mansion with all its sophistication.
When tiny pebbles and thorns prick my sole, even with my shoes on, When the best of my dress is that which is least worn, When knowing too well, I can’t afford a new one, yet when over and over again, I count each penny I own, My heart desires for the life of a queen- to become the symbol of beauty, elegance and fashion.
When my stomach is fed everyday with food of the same kind, My heart desires for lives of the rich to nourish my body, soul and mind.
With growing desires my heart has become so heavy that my body is unable to carry, And has turned thin and weary.
Oppression of my heart to fulfill its desires has driven my mind into exhaustion.
Physical and mental strength I shall never regain, Unless my heart surrenders its desires, and bow to its creator with gratitude, and in complete submission…
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