Soul, just turned saint
Gets not free-
From fiend as a whole.
I know, you know and he knows
In essence who we are-
Living together both divine and devil.
Even, the devilish devil does have
A pious corner within-
Like darkness follows the light.
At a moment getting gay
And the next, sorrow stricken
A mixed one for rest of the times.
Conscience so neat, so clean
Earth for edibles, space for oxygen
And the universe for spiritual living.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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