My souls is God’s soul
If my soul is God’s soul; don't know why I am at foul
Being a particle of God’s soul; at others don't howl
Do good deeds; small; no need to be full of bowl
What you have is enough; to wrap around as towel
You are holder of God’s characteristic in your soul
You need to be very kind; humble with audience in hall
Your stature is greater than an angel; below that don’t fall
God is watching you; don’t look here; and there in hall
In all 4 seasons; we keep loosing our dignity; not only in fall
Truth is beauty; we are born of truth; lie is lie; is enemy of all
We sow crops of lies; is hybrid product; grows fast with claim tall
But its foundation is very fragile; never know; when you may fall
As your soul is God’s soul; keep doing good deeds; to be in holy mall
Truth is our destiny; keeps preaching at all stages to be in paradise hall
When you think with instinct of intuition; you see; we are in pain and brawl
Because; we are hypocrites; we don’t do what we say; that’s why we fall
We want to do right things but wrong ways; when don’t see result’ we howl
If it would have done right; way; would have guide us towards paradise hall
Since we are not sincere by heart; play ugly tricks; because of that; we fall
As being God’s soul; go with ethics; will get peace of mind; stature rise tall
Amir