When I think of death to come
I see a cheerful, flower filled door
Swinging open - loving smiles
I want rush in there once more
A warm welcome, where wait
Those I loved and who loved me
Some I knew this birth, some past
On earth and air and in the sea
For many births in many forms
Come alive in me, beyond this life
Strangely, only love is there
No negative thoughts,
no wasteful strife
No skulls, no scythes,
No fanciful fires of a childish hell
Nor rivers of sticky milk and honey
No judging God, no tolling bell
Just sparkling life, wiser than before
I was born on this plane
Amazingly free, full of wonders
No mind to worry, no body strain
And creativity - far beyond magic
Whatever I think, I make appear
I can be wherever fancy strikes
There are no walls, there's no fear
In the gross world where we are
Cry not for me, you and you
Your loved ones are also beyond that door
And I will be there waiting, too
Kishore Asthana
Kishore Asthana
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