FEW
FEET BELOW HEAVEN
You
are a Pesach, oh great death,
I’m,
with the loss of shadow and soul, engraved,
Thank
you for the caress, thank you for the greth,
With
you, oh death, I never haggled and waived,
My
soul rambled to the heaven,
But
I found unentreatied perdition,
And
just few feet below heaven,
I
lost the path again,
The
rays of virtues, liberties and love shone,
As
effluvium of heaven grows day by day,
Innocent,
eternal and gracious once, now gone,
With
speechless surprises I rambled away,
Though
on earth, I was beleaguered,
But
now I’m an ambivalent soul,
Forced
by constraints, I delivered,
The
acts of a human’s role,
Please
spare my wan body,
I’m
dead now and forever,
Sorry
if I acted shoddy,
But,
on earth, my role is over,
With
all the sagacity outmoded around,
I
ended in goodness and rectitude,
But
few feet below heaven, few feet above ground,
My
story disappeared in solitude,
My
tombstone is unwritten,
And
the cenotaphs unembraced,
Buried
in a graveyard often forgotten,
All
my belongings are misplaced,
With
nobody to bemoan,
With
a sleep without a sweven,
With
nobody to atone,
On
the way few feet below heaven…..
-KISHOR JANGDA
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