Human Soul

Tried to run away, but to no avail

Pushed right back, into this poetry lane

I stand in the valley, of flowing rainbow-colored river

Suddenly bloodied with drops of blood of an aching liver

Something approaches towards me, two tablets

I reach for it, it is written in ancient Latin

Instructions? More like examplatory explanation

How do I understand such language? Overwhelmed

Read it out and memorize it, a voice declared

Then I began with utmost awe of the scenario

The hair, as countless as it is, is the human pride

The eyes, the window to the greatness of works

The nose, the source of which untold entities leave

The mouth, the source from which hailstones and fire weaves

The ears, burning to hear the thunder's voice

The neck, to remind you to always keep your head high

The shoulder, to remind you that you have to bear some trials

The finger, to count just how lucky you are to live

The chest, to tell you that nothing is constant

The stomach, to filter thoughts and bad friends in an instant

The waist, to show that there are ups and downs

The legs, to walk the journey back to your creator

The knee, to pray and show reference to the orator

The lips, to blow kisses to whom it is due

The throat, to remind you that no hollow isn't penetrable

The eyebrow, the finishing touch to a great work

But of all this, not one has the utmost beauty like the soul

The part of the body that is unchangeable no matter what

The skin, with its colour determined by melanin

Can never corrupt the beautiful soul that dwells within

At the end, I find out the utmost truth

The most beautiful part of the body, castigated like a prostitute

We, humans, take more time in building a house

Without cementing a solid foundation, a curse.

No wonder this river is bleeding

As red as the one Dante named Styx