My soul lost
Long ago
Searches for
So much more
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The situation is akin to losing one's identity. This is indeed a personal crisis.
Kerouac was really longing for his brother Gerard. And for heaven.
Soul sitting in a body has come in this world on a plesure trip, when the trip starts boring it goes back to its native town in the heavens. A wonderful poem.
Wow! What a beautiful response, Akhtar! Thank You so much!