A Query to God
Bullied by myths, my thoughts couldnt dare, Read in some book, or heard it somewhere; That flowers are nice, and cruel are thorns; Those angels have harps and demons have horns; But isnt it all as one would say, For each in his own experienced way; And I do have some stories to tell, That someday i had landed in hell; And boy did I cool off my heels, Befriend some demons, with some zeal; Bought some time in heaven, was alone and lost, A price that I paid, much more than it cost, Alone I wandered through mists in dark, For angels were busy, fixing their harps, They sang away for themselves and made their share of stew, Now I wished to be back in hell but I never got through, So I might just finish off with my little letter. Hell was like heaven but just a bit better.