And I died

And I died, stood yearningly at heaven’s door,
A deep voice spoke through the light through its core.

“Oh! Father let me in I cried aloud,
Let me out of this dark tunnel this shroud.”

The voice again spoke unto me,
“Your work on earth is over you are free.”

“Father free of pain, feeling and woe,
But alas! No place, nowhere to go.”

“Dost thou remember the hut torn down to build your palatial abode?
In that hut I your father lived which you did erode.”

“Dost thou remember the sick kitten dying of hunger and thirst?
But you were too busy for making more money, business came first.”


“Dost thou remember the beggar to whom not a penny did you give,
It was I your father whom you did not help live.”


"Doing no evil does not suffice to open my door
Doing good is the key which you need this hour."


"Oh! Father one more chance is all I ask,
I will live every moment do good in every task."

"It is too late my child to repent too late,
Your journey’s over and now this tunnel your fate."

"You were not evil nor any good did you do,
I give you not hell,but so not heaven too."

I stood an apparition wild and wandering,
When I awoke from this heavenly nightmare,
Realizing how my life I had been squandering.

(I had written this in 2001 and it was published in the HT City 18th May Lko edition in 2002)

Sanchita Johri