Soulful Agents
Aren’t we the inventors, the discoverers?
Carving out the statues of life
Falling in love, and falling in desires
Aren’t we amazed of the complexities of life?
Trying to fix things, that’s what keeps us occupied
Who are we really?
Deep down into the core, there is a silence
The blood of diversities and a character so violent
Breaking at the dawn of dusk
We are the new face, the new rush
Aren’t we human, the flesh on the bones?
Yes we are, the mindful and soulful agents.
© Akhand Singh, 2015 © An Empty Glass, 2015
Akhand Singh 
Loved it. I almost read it as a song. What is human.
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