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[title] => Life after Death
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[bodytext] => Is there life after death? It is a million dollar question, In every body’s mind. Bent on to unravel the mystery, I meditated deeply day after day. To my pleasant surprise, one day, God appeared in dazzling radiance, Moved by my severe penance! “Well, my son, I grant your prayer; I shall reveal unto thee the Truth, As a special case; Hold my hand firmly”, He commanded. In a fraction of second, My body became weightless. I floated like a feather in the air, At speed unimaginable, Fast thru’ glittering and colourful, Heavenly bodies; A delightful and breathtaking view! Shortly in the timeless zone we landed, Near an enticing and spread out garden. The exuberant and profusely blossomed Flowers in vibrant hues, Fountains dancing to melodious tunes, Could be seen wherever I would turn. Celestial and mellifluous music wafted thru’ The subtly perfumed gentle breeze. The ambience was relaxing and refreshing; No! Never in our mundane world, You would find an experience, so exciting. On a closer examination, I saw tinny and ‘shadowy figures,’ (They looked odd and faintly visible.) Here and there, effortlessly floating, In slow and graceful motion. Some lay peacefully like a babe in mother’s lap, A few rested merrily under radiant trees. I was perplexed and astounded, On seeing a sight, inconceivable! Excited I turned towards God, Reading my mind, He explained, “The ‘shadowy figures’ you see, Are the souls of men Who by their virtue of good deeds Are blessed and accommodated here, A paradise, if you may prefer to call it. They are free from misery and mortality And from pain and sorrow. Live here in perpetual happiness And in eternal peace.” Enthralled by this world of fantasy, Here, for ever I longed to stay. But my ‘Guide’ took me away swiftly, Ignoring my wish resolutely. The onward journey this time was Through dark tunnels, Hot and suffocating, And we landed near What appeared to be a haunted valley. Steaming hot water flowing thru’. A precariously hanging bridge Connected the other side of the valley, Where hutments like dwellings Were sighted here and there. I saw to my horror and disbelief, A large and countless ‘shadowy figures,’ Trying to rush thru’ the bridge, To reach the only ‘habitat’ on the other side. In the process, many fell down Thru’ hidden trap doors in the bridge. The cries they made in writhing pain, As they were consumed by boiling tide, Reverberated all thru’ the valley And sent shivers up my spine. I trembled in great fear To think of the diabolic punishment In store for the ‘tainted souls.’ Only a handful reached the other side. (May be, the lesser ‘tainted souls’?) When I turned to God, I saw Him in sarcastic grin, And vanished into air thin. I was hurled down the space; Descending at alarming speed, Landed on the earth with a thud. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the floor. (A fall from my bed, in the nightmare?) Before I recover from the shock, From nowhere I hear a divine voice, “Don’t waste your time and energy, To find out what happens after death, You’ll come to know the moment, You cast off your corporal frame. Perform your task well, Guard your soul from evil, By your good deeds and virtue. Lead a righteous life on the earth And fear not the inevitable death.” [comments] => 0 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 49 [informant] => mohan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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