Soul
Copyright © SHRAVANI MUKHERJEE
The shiny droplet of rain
Does it hold a vacuum within?
Bubbled watery blob of air,
Seeps in soil for life to begin
The fire that brightly glows
Hath that same airy soul?
Empty encore that holds:
Burning flames of gold
The Arial sprite of wind
Is all air and nothingness in?
Breezing aimlessly everywhere
Carving wonderous waves, dunes and tides on its way
From nothing to begin
Emptiness turns into strength
The hollows build a depth
And inevitably, the feathery soul weighs in
