2002 Poetry

where one goes after life nobody knows

all we know is we return to ash afterwards

or after years of being buried down beneath

are there really such things as hell or purgatory?

paradise or heaven, reincarnation or a spirit stuck

floating into the euroclydon of void and hollow

questions buried together with our departed ones

i would not want any of my deceased visit me

at night and tell me of their sub-zero story

i am satisfied to know

they are now free from all

doubts and worries no more pain

no more misery, just all quietness

and serenity the one I would call

an infinite realm of contentment

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