Hell in Heaven

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In life, we aim to live in harmony. But sometimes hurdles come in and break the cadence. Once this happens, missions become dissimilar and coldness comes into the home, and so the home (Heaven)
becomes Hell.

Submitted: March 27, 2018

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Submitted: March 27, 2018



Hell in Heaven 

Hell and Heaven are both homes.

Homes for very well committed angels.

Angels who have lived dissimilar norms.

Norms for august adventures and tough rituals.


Hell in Heaven no one dreams in a dhow.

For five fines follow no fine choice

To plait soften or hard mat for a pillow,

With the help of Joyce in a meadow.


Hell in Heaven patronizes pepper into food.

Food that the family does not like ever,

And never anyone will twitter such mood

When parents cannot hike together.


Hell brings a beam of fire in the house

That breaks the beat of home cadence

Lack of rhythm makes mad the mouse

No mouse, no mere measure around the fence


Each angel has taken personal direction,

For Abel and Cain have no common mission.

Such selfish mission messes mum’s vision,

Hatred hinders harmony to flunk home in Hell;

And so Heaven has no home to fail.


Poem by Mugisho N Theophile

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