The small, unaware soul,
Careless of the outside world
The soul, engrossed in its own happiness,
The mind searches for it now!
The soul, least bothered of scolds
But still scared from within
For committing a mistake,
The mind searches for it now!
The soul, which leaves the loved thing
Soon after another one attracts it,
The soul not entangled in things, but feelings
The mind searches for it now!
The soul, crying when afraid of something
And laughing at the second moment seeing something else,
The soul which forgets and forgives everything
The mind searches for it now!
The soul, which doesn't know
what are the people's talks,
But still tries to give its own ideas,
The soul, so innocent and 'intelligent',
The mind searches for it now!
The soul, which can't ever find out
Any difference in it and other folks,
The most beautiful, purest, impartial soul,
The mind, searches for that 'childish' soul now…
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