LETTER TO THE DEAD

Heaven is a four storey building I heard

how is afterlife and how are you my dear?

life is horrible we know, is heaven horrible too?

is the life you live up there a stem or a root?

tell me about things you do up above there

Is there a frowning sun or a smiling moon?

Did your soul left with you or it's in your body?

Is heaven a studio or you just have nobody!

Nobody to call on when friends cry a river

did you get sick; like malaria, headache or fever?

Granny said heaven is a replica of this earth

Is it true or her guess is just a mysterious mirth?

Dear Larry,Big Dad and those we pour sand

is heaven a whitish fog or just an earthy land

This letter is to know how you are feeling

Is there a room up there with slate and ceiling?.

A day would come when I'll die like you too

will I get an apartment with bed and tv too?

Did you look down to see us miss you at night?

Did you regret your wrongs and wish they were right?

When we die friends cry for week or month

but the grief expired so fast when there's nothing to mourn

I guess heaven is a lonely bridge or hill we need to mount

To die, to live, to be birth is a circle that took a turn.

Dear friends that walked in a wingless wind

Is dieing a strawberry juice or just a herbal rind ?

Did the grim reaper draw water and pains from you?

A day will come when I'll also die like you too

If death is a boiling ring that warm water of grief

and everything I had is not enough for me to give

prepare a table, a room and chair for me up there

this is a letter to all the friends I lost down here

Teazhy's Pen