Naked Soul...

High up in the mountains,

There is a sound that echoes.

Lower on this surface,

There is a breeze that flows.

It blows & echoes at the post of my goal,

Here is my NAKED SOUL

The winter that raises hope,

Shivering in me & something it does disclose.

The monsoon in the spring that falls,

As a sweetening feeling in me it dissolves.

Its falls & dissolves in my bowl,

Hardens me to see me my NAKED SOUL

When the sun in behind the mountains rose,

Seven colors with rain it bowed.

With the chirping birds in my lawn,

A quickening feeling it makes at dawn.

At the dawn, it sows a seed in the Scot's knoll,

To show me my NAKED SOUL.

When the truth is shallow,

Or the days are dark.

My heart will follow,

The songs of the Lark.

Now I see a truth in my bowl,

I've seen my NAKED SOUL...

(c) Subrat Singh (23rd July 2006)