The spiritual

Every task of a man,
Every single move of him,
Every minute of his life,
There is a logic, a reason.
There is a thing, we run behind,
That is the peace of soul,
Thus we all are spiritual.

We all are trying to have it,
Lots of ways to get it,
Normal or abnormal,
that's not a matter to us,
We need it, we have to have it,
When there is breach of thoughts,
Interruption on liberal imaginations,
Confusion conceals confidence,
Disorientation leads to destruction,
Unusuality rises in our intentions,
We run out of mind, out of humanity,
But till then we are spiritual.

A saint or a murderer,
A politician or a philosopher,
Every one demonstrates own life,
Sacrifice all concentrations
To have the peace of soul.
Thus all of the human beings,
Man in simplicities or man of complexities,
Man in the mask or man of the face,
Everyone becomes blind and thirsty,
So we do everything for the peace of soul,
Thus we all are the spiritual.