Heaven

By Surya Suresh

Death in it’s icy arms, held a secret so bright,

As the wintery winds did blow, well into the aftermath.

A being was given his last living rites,

To pass on onto the world of the dead.

Life was not for him a shining reverie,

But as is life it was not such a tragedy.

His spirit was on the cusp of the bright heaven,

Where an angel was waiting to greet him there.

Welcome! Dear one, to your fated afterlife,

Here we welcome you to bask in it’s glory.

So this is heaven, said the spirit of the man,

I thought I’d be in hell, for my past sprees.

Oh no you won’t be in hell, said the angel

For hell has froze over by the sinners of the earth.

So that is why dear one, you have come here,

For your sins are not severe nor are they dull.

As the gates of heaven were opened,

A cool breeze was felt out in the open.

He entered through the gates into a meadow,

Filled with flowers of many scents galore.

Thinking about his life and all its pariahs,

He chose to lay still on the green grass.

There among it’s windy flowery valley,

His spirit was at rest as final as it can be.

By Surya Suresh