It was the time when I breathe my last,
While taken to be cremated , I could see my past,
Then slowly my soul rose above the mast,
I was in a hurry but the things weren't going fast,
Then I reached at the Zenith where a person I met,
He was standing there with the reports of my test,
He said while I was trying to give my best,
This is the result of my doings I've Got,
And happily for me, I passed,
He showed me the way to Heaven to where all the way I danced,
Reaching the land of fantasy I could hardly found any soul,
Obviously 'cause everyone on earth is growing foul,
Yet I found some company but I wasn't talking to any,
I was so engulfed in the beauty & so were many,
My soul couldn't believe what it was seeing,
Far more amazing than anything I've ever seen,
Now I lay here on a Cozy bed made of clouds,
It's so peaceful here , no violence no shouts,
You all must be living at the edge of knife,
best of luck for your way to Afterlife......
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