After my last breath
AFTER MY LAST BREATH
THIS POEM EXPLORES THE WORLD AFTER THE DEATH AND THE PROCESS OF REVIVAL
The last good byes and the hopeless savers,
I laughed at the condition of doers,
The door was opened-
Scattering all glowing light over,
I bided my carcass for so beautiful travels.
I was able to see my love crying,
Deluging all care for my unconscious mind.
Charisma of brilliance blew me somewhere,
Talking about my good and bad manoeuvre.
Then I was in place of lord,
No black spots or hatred cords.
Blessings and orisons could be hear properly,
Selfless and self obsessed could be differ properly suitably.
The humble and kind stood in front me,
Welcoming smile and fairness of piety.
Ebb and flow action were shown there,
I shamed myself for cheating flawless firms somewhere.
Plebeian utterance in his face glory-
Said,” Don’t worry that’s why we have rebirth theories.”
Then I was where- called the process of revival
“But in which house I will go!!” I murmured
Questioning mind was answered then
When supreme said-
“From where you can blossom hearts of those wounded friends”
I packed my bag and saw something like me,
She was holding all characters of me
The confused me asked to justify
He said, “She is the soul mate of your earth cry.”
Holding her hand I jumped from there
And landed upon the womb of matriarch.
Whenever I will do my all works
Grabbing her hand will move from Earth
Breaking the ties of birth; rebirths
We will soulfully connect us with the bonds of our lords.