An Image of Our Heaven
Created by Saroj Kumari Prasad at Wesley
Hospital July 2012
Where is the Heaven? My Lord, I asked as a
child,
Is it not just a friendly garden plot in the mild?
Walled with the horizon and roofed with the
sun,
Where the holy days just keep passing one by
one?
Heaven is right here where you dwell my child,
It so becomes if you act well your part and are
not wild.
Unlike the hell it is not too fast and not very
slow,
No one is looking backward just forward they
go.
The beauties admired and the ugliness is left
behind,
It gives us peace and comfort and the positive
mind.
There are no temples and no priests for our
prayers,
Our home is our temple our heart says the
prayers,
Our inside is all bright there is no need for any
light,
All the days are calm and there is no sight of a
night.
Sinners of the earth spread a lot of hatred and
war to repent,
Heavenly ones enjoy peace and calm their life's
well spent.
Our Heaven is here if we are good, truthful
and nice,
Many have made this earth a hell by spreading
many lies.
Everyone's happy when the Heaven begins the
day,
We can feel the joy when the eager heart has
to say,
Surely if we've seen God resting in his peaceful
place,
What a hearty feeling if we've seen Him face to
face.
He dwells in the loveliness of all the pretty
flowers,
He's giving us service after we've had our
showers,
He talks to us softly His hands blessing us, we
see,
It is bliss to reach Nirvana and feel we are all
free.
After years of living a joyous family life I want
a place,
Heaven is where my love and I'll dwell by
God's grace.
Our words, thoughts and deeds have been our
karma,
No doubt we'll dwell peacefully to serve our
dharma.
Nothing more is our wish and we seek nothing
else here,
We lived, loved and liked the world, this was
our sphere.
We were born with nothing and we'll depart in
the same way,
All that we earned were our good actions and
our cultural way.
When we are gone we want no accolade and
praise for us,
No traditional ceremonies and no functions to
please us.
We did our best to raise our children, who in
turn looked after us,
Let all our children and others rejoice here to
try to remember us.
SKP/2012
I STILL WANT TO SAY
A lot of my emotions, feelings and thoughts for
My Pretty Lotus have remained unsaid,
Despite so much expression I still feel
depressed, distorted and unread.
My lips are sealed, my tongue is tied and the
body is locked so I cannot reach,
To say all the things I still want to say for My
Pretty Lotus in my final speech.
Let me gather my words, actions, and
thoughts, character and heart to present them
later,
When this publication is duly acknowledged
by My Pretty Lotus and her Creator.
One thing has clearly emerged from my
interactions with my own after the loss of my
wife.
I have begun to live a withdrawn life and have
kept all those who were indifferent to me and
my way of life.
My own have not only distanced themselves
on my own conduct and behaviour but have
on many occasions tried to lecture me.
I not only detest this rudeness from my own
but I get infuriated and asked them to mind
their own and leave me.
Thus by the end of the third year of my loss I
have lost almost all support from everyone
except a few loyal ones.
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