Perspective Of The Dead

It was a regular winter morning

As usual, the vehicles honking

I spent my day reading,

Hoping to get a good grading

As the night made its appearance

I tucked into my rug.

Thinking about ten years down the line,

I gave myself a hug.

Embracing life was the best policy

With every day of its own irony.

But God had to take it away from me

Because.........

When I woke up, I found myself

Walking past clouds

Into a magnificent garden

With a bright light shining up

And dulcet aura striking my ears

I pinched myself twice or thrice

To see if I were real,

'Cause that alluring locus

Had kept me awestruck

'HEAVEN' was what I wanted to call it

But I wasn't sure if it fit

I didn't believe that I would be at it

As I wasn't ready to give up my life yet

You know, some things had to be accepted

Whether adore it or not.

That's when I finally realized

That I was a mere soul.....

Not because of long term suffering

Not because I made a sin

Not even because of poisoning

But...... The 19 rife.

Oh! How many lives it has  cost,

Can bring back an entire generation

But it didn't put me into a bust

As I was satisfied with the entity given

Cribbi'n and cry'n wasn't the path I chose

Nor was the act of malediction

But, just sit there and hope for

The earthlings' blissful memoir.