My soul to heaven
The snake tried to hide itself behind the bush
The mongoose ran after to catch and take life
To find the way to heaven for pestilence intoning;
Whatever fortunes favour all the way through.
As if none in the earth to persuade to protect
From the death conforming the invasion so long.
The snake went into the barks of the tree
For shades, food and drink to assuage grace
From the woodland ahead inside the trees and herbs
For switching g the difficulties to outdo the sparks.
My soul moves to heaven where sinless trap lying
Like dreary rock salt like snakes and perils
As if it has shower of rain into the clouds to evaporate
Dreary to create human blocks hereinafter.
Thorns of streaky wood in the streams of ocean.
For never bending down like tigers bumping off
Being driven and clown underneath icy waters
Men, women and children floating in the crafts
Saying words of heaven and dark as if dying in lairs.
Ceaseless dreams where to park along the way
To diminish pelf and poverty strain to gain the strength
Forever achieving vivacious outpourings of death alone.
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This is a poem of allegory with spiritualistic thoughts in real life situation.