Soul reaps sins

I own gain and loss of my firm.
My servants to it are immune.
Servants terminated, remains
The residue only with me.
Sins and virtues stick to the Self
Not to the body that’s mortal.
Only soul feels heat and cold.
Sans soul the body is immune.
30.07.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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