My Wandering Soul Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
My Wandering Soul
This mind always rushes to
The realm where I will take
My last refuge
When this body will no more
Bear the weight of the soul and
Set it loose
This mind always thinks of
The place where my soul will
Go to live forever
Or it will be assigned new tasks
In this mortal world and again
Become a wanderer
Nice philosophical musing. A stage comes in life- and otherwise also- when we sit and start thinking on these lines. A simple poem of substance. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 9:26:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nicely thought and written.10+