Aayush Pandey

(1996-09-16 / Tamsariya-7, Nawalparasi, Nepal)

Hell: When I was there.


Oh! God I left your lap and went to the Hell,

Later I realized about you my lord when I fell,

Into the darkness of shadow of the heaven,

Where truth stooped and abated upon

The cruelty, that yanked each another.

Cruelty ever erected on the land o’mother

Concealed victims and culprits along the world,

Matter the blood, death and tons a gold,

There the unprosperousness breeds the best

I found a, once forgotten – the secret taste

What’s the Hell is gettin’ best and best,

That it was developin’ on a slow pace,

Despite towards evilness and chaos but in case

Contrast to us, the people ‘Hell isn’t too bad place’

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 30, 2013

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