Story of an honest man, who was stuck in heaven. This poem is purely written for fun and has no relation with any God or Dogma whatsoever . This is NOT borrowed from any dogma has no relation to any Dogma and is not at all said by any God. However, I pray to God that this better be true, or I am doomed.
The day I died I took a free walk,
I was jack and this was my bean stalk,
I walked freely about a yard or seven,
For I was happy I was in heaven.
I jumped, I sighed,
I laughed, I cried,
I saw the land that was clean shaven,
Here I was happy, I had reached heaven.
I looked beneath, down in the hell,
People were swimming in the beer well,
They ate like pig and gaped at the dancing dame,
“What a pity,” I sighed, “what a shame.”
They cheered, they laughed,
They drank until they coughed,
I was happy, I was not there,
I was in heaven with purity everywhere.
I roamed in heaven for the whole day,
Finally in the eve I reached the foods bay.
There he sat, the almighty wise,
Eating food. He had pure eyes.
Food was served in golden plates,
Plain rice with the gravy of dates.
I wanted a treat, but the food was ordinary,
That made me worry.
“Tell me, oh almighty,” I asked the One,
“Why isn’t there a feast, or a treat some?”
the lord smiled and looked at me,
those pure eyes sealed my lips.
Speechless was I when I heard the words,
I started missing a bowl of sweet curds.
Slowly, silently, the almighty answered,
“For two of us here, son, is it an option?”
I was shocked, I was surprised,
Why wasn’t I a little wise?
That night after the plain dinner,
I thought, why wasn’t I not a sinner?
“What a pity,” I thought, “what a shame.”
I was angry, but so lame,
I could have robbed a few, cheated even,
Was I happy ,now, that I was in heaven?
Statuatory warning: This poem has violence.
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