The Biriyani Dreams Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

I liked to have a biriyani today,
Wife advised: "tomorrow is the program
To which we have been invited
And biriyani is the main dish there"
I wondered at my wife for her advance technology!

The very next day I fell down by
A cardiac arrest and lost to death;
After that there was a ritual celebration
At my home, my wife advised the group
Biriyani must be the main dish as he was
Fond of that dish, and it was his last wish to have.

Biriyani was served and all are satisfied at
Enjoying the delicious biriyani as it was
Specially cooked by special cook!

I looked at God sympathetically
While watering in the mouth for
My lost and favourite biriyani.
God responded with smile:
"Bad luck, son. They enjoy on behalf of you"

I quipped: "No. Man proposes, God disposes,
You could have waited for some more time"

"See, death is the most dedicated staff I have,
And its punctuality is well known.
I shall not interfere in the matter of my dedicated staff"

"Any kind of bureaucracy makes me crazy"

"Now you are on the probationary period.
After the final verdict, you will either
Be transferred to the Heaven or to the Hell
Till then you are on the hangover of worldly life"

"Then where will I get biriyani? "

"Nowhere! In the Heaven or In the Hell,
No department for the World affair.
No worldly elements will be available there,
Not even the respiratory system,
Which made your life intact so far"

"I should have enjoyed my life as much as I could.
What a fool I am! "

God consoled me: "Some people are like that.
They get enlightened soon after their death"