Above the seventh sky
God cannot sleep.
He cannot rest on the seventh day.
Down the hills creeping and crawling,
His creatures Die for life..
Die of longings, desires and of lust
Die for power, luxury
And Die for love too, a few.
Death is not a negation of life.
It is a creation to eternity.
Upon the hills, in the clouds
Above the moon, the sun
And among the stars
God smiles at his creatures, His guests!
The way we hasten to death.
Each death is a festival to Him
He fills the heaven and the hell
Logs or flowers in the Eden garden?
He does it exceptionally well!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem