Heaven - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
A huge gate that never opened
Still no rust, no dust, upon its
Iron grills of angelic figures.
Standing patiently infront of it
I shouted everyday my name,
For their identity was unknown
To this worldly ignorant soul.
Then one day a reply floated out,
“Make your heart kind like wind
And no bar will resist you to enter.”
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