Chloroforms Poem by Chan Mongol

CHLOROFORMS
By: Chan Mongol

Body needs to relax and we sleep without any worry;

The soul floats and flies in the dreamworld automatically!

Sleeping is like taking dozes of chloroforms for the body;

Death is the gateway to peace, permenantly!

The state of the body is with parasites and termites;

But soul is the unseen particle and penetrating all sites!

I think that the soul can take various faces and figures;

In various times, in various ways, beyond our physical orders.