REALITY AFTER DEATH
I awoke from my grave
And flew above the sky
To transform my dream
Into experience of reality.
I noticed the moon without any light
Just an apple shaped black stone.
My eyes welled up with constant tears
I am unable to dance with moon- dear.
I searched both heaven and hell
To approach with departed souls like me.
Alas! no one is there to repond me
Then, I decided to ask with God himself
Heaven full of so many numerous stars
They had not seen their own creator yet.
I flew back down tired and hopeless then
To rest inside coffin for rest of unknown years.
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