The day I was dead ... 
I opened my eyes,
I found two guys,
They had fat round bellies,
Their lips were scaly.
Their skin black jet,
Loaded with ornaments
Fierce were there faces,
they both had maces
.
The night was too dark,
eeriness the dog's bark!
They asked me to stand,
pulling me by the hand.
"Who the hell are you?" ,
I asked them so,
-"Messengers of Death !",
I was out of breath?!
I saw my corpse,
so stiff as a cork.
Yes, I was dead.
Left my body on the bed.
Through the front window,
peeped the recent widow.
Who dies last year,
her daughter was near.
She smiled at me, Horrid!
but pleasant to see.
Whoosh! Through the chimney,
We sped through galaxies.
Higher and Higher, far and far!!
Finally we reached,
The dreaded "Skill Beach" .
The sea was red blood,
but the shore was of gold.
This was the gateway to the court of the dead.
Lord Yama 1the justice,
never tired of his practice.
Chitra Gupta 2 was the others name,
reading deeds of men was his game.
The Lord always decided,
where a soul is to be guided.
Me?? Of course Hell.
That's the judgment fell.
Demons with clubs and whips,
punished the souls for their sins.
I was tied to a post,
to be turned in to a toast.
Clang!!
The chains broke.
My strength was suddenly reinforced.
Seeing that,
on their knees they fell.
For I was the Devil my self.
I kicked open the hell gate,
every one shivered at that state.
Straight to GOD I went,
In a queer stare I caught HIS gaze.
"It's not me, I am up here,
why, but world below is not at all fair"
My shout was not in vain,
Pisa 3 leaned, rocked was the heaven.
Are Gods dozing? when the world is burning?
I repeated my question, 
reminded the GOD-human relation.
When the GODS up there just watching,
It is the man who is to run,
the entire world alone.
Full of war cries and groans.
THUD!! I fell down form the bed,
I was hurt in the head.
Same room and same me,
by the watch it was three.
All around I did look,
The world was brought to the Devil's book?
In my dreams, I learned the ruth.
1. Lord Yama: The God of Death.
2. Chitra Gupta: Lord Yama's chief aide, the book keeper of Good and theBad deeds of humanity.
3. Tower of Pisa
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This poem was written on March 4th, 1992