Soul

a poem by Rajesh J

Our souls are,
neither fat nor so lean
neither bad nor so clean.

Either you or I
or everyone should feel shy
for the head of miseries
is still held high.

What I mean
is what the nation
should have been
after freedom, after republic.

The opinion poll of the public
says, the development of the nation
is still on the turtle’s back.

So a single soul can’t clap
for all it receives, is beats and slaps
so a single soul should be
in everyone, in you and me.

The soul of “NATION’
the soul of “WORK”
to make it free from
jolts and jerks.