A poem about my soul.
There is an unexplainable thing within me, located deep inside,
A thing which no one looks for, yet it does not hide.
This thing contains my thoughts, my each and every goal,
It keeps me healthy and alive, it is my soul, it is my soul.
It is my life, it is my death, it is my very being,
Without it there is no fun, no pleasure, no pain or seeing.
It lives in me, it is me, with it I am whole,
It is a great blessing, it is my soul, it is my soul.
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This is is my living, this is my after-life, I cannot part with it,
My body is useless, so is my heart, it’s just a bottomless pit,
The real thing, which is really me, is my deep and lively soul,
It has a name, it is called “Aun”, it is my soul, it is my soul.
Aun Muhammad.
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