The Soul's Plea

By Parvati Uppala

The soul humbly whispered to God

To grant it new body as this one is flawed

A better one to house what it truly is

A body in sync with soul’s melodies

Its knees give up when climbing stairs

Its back is a map of grief for pain it bears

Its stomach, with acid, turns picnic to dread

Its eyes with sight, make vibrant colors dead

A restless mind that cannot be tamed

The focus drifts which cannot be aimed

The character is bound in a shadowed design

Greed, anger, envy, sloth, selfishness entwine

God replied, no body is perfect or free of flaws

Since limits and boundaries are nature’s laws

The soul’s real role is to guide and to mold

A new one is entrusted when old’s story is told

Know well, within the body you wear

Resides the mind, your partner to share

When the mind and soul fall out of accord

The body decides whose will should be stored

One may not always win, for victories don’t count

Life is weighed by lessons learned, seeds that mount

The soul’s gentle plea now faded into the past

It accepted life’s way, vowed to flow steadfast

By Parvati Uppala