This a pilgrim soul
Searching Love, Peace and Mirth
It’s held captive in the morning sunshine
How it shrinks in the twilight
This soul weighed down by so many questions
Which cannot be surpassed?
Where will it meet the answers?
In heaven or in hell?
While in heaven it blooms like a flower
In hell it slithers like a serpent…..
Like Prufrock's, it lies in fragments
Its voice dimly sane turns insane in no time
Its fate is like that of a vagabond
It wanders from place to place
From heaven to hell
From earth to sky
From fire to water
In search of Love, Peace and Mirth…..
