A Soul’s Story

Born in the world,
Unknown of the existence of love.
Love happened,
Mom’s scolding & Dad’s pampering,
Sibling’s teasing & Grandpa’s stories,
That is love in all its might.

Growing up is a process, 
A process of happiness & sadness, 
Tears & laughter, 
Meeting & seperation. 

We grow in our life , 
New people enter the life, 
Making it happy or sad, 
It’s our deeds, 
Wrapped in a gift called life. 

People come & go, 
Remembrance remains only of good deeds. 
Soul survives with a mixture of
 good and bad, 
And lastly, Death marks the seperation of soul and the world. 

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