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Song Of Souls

Song Of  Souls

Synopsis: The human soul is in the hands of God. Life of God or Soul of God is unknown to us because He is our creator and we are His creatures!. This is an element of support, and its tone is that of friendship and love, revealing a true passion.Ā -Ā WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Life ends like a game of a toy;
Where, no one will ever enjoy;
The toy of God is made of bones;
Later it becomes tomb stones;
This is a song that all must learn;
Remember, remains is taken to burn;
Human body is just like desert dust;
Our domicile is not on earth to rest;
Lament after the shadow dispels dark;
Mourn with others; never fail to mark;
In a slight moment, pleasure decay;
Bearing agony our lives go away;
Thirst in drought for our laid souls;
The story repeats; the same unrolls;
In love with the grave for the last breath;
The episodes continue around the corners;
Of a new birth, life, as we all go as sinners !

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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