A Last Wish

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I wrote this poem as a crow asking a last wish to the Lord. He asks the god to give his heaven's place to his assassin.

Submitted: September 12, 2014

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Submitted: September 12, 2014








Oh God! This is my last wish in a weep

Grant your child going for deep sleep,

Violence took my soul away from home,

Let peace hang in the world to bloom.


Though I am dark, not my heart,

Always did my duty as you taught.

Although I flew alone; never was alone,

We always gather as family to dine.


I belong to the family fashioned unity,

I am a crow, followed similar path with dignity.

We are sweepers of the sky; We never

Fails in the duty to clean, even in fever.


I never thought of heaven, in lifetime

I will walk into the jaws of the hell.

I may enjoy the agony of torment.

Please, assign my seat to my slayer


Let him enjoy dreamland; learn mercy,

Value of life always the same to paradise;

He may let off others in then life;

After all, wishes are given for tolerance.

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