FEW FEET BELOW HEAVEN

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