Hell To Heaven Poem by Chan Mongol

HELL TO HEAVEN
Poet Chan Mongol
December 11 of 2019

Leaves dry up and fly in the empty space
Then fall on the ground, the base.
The base is the soil and it holds all
Could be dead or alive, large or small.

Truth is, what goes up and comes down again
Such a short game either, sane or insane!
Interim life is in cold, heat and rain
Then, back to Babylon after suffering pain.

Life was formed to take the punishment
To experience the hell, life is fully meant.
What is better, a torturous hard toil
Or, resting and relaxing in sleep in soil?

A living life knows greed, hunger, anger
A dead is above all illusions, sins forever.
We are born to feel, to suffer in this earth
None escapes from such after taking birth!

Wealthy-filthy, rich-poor, strong-weaker
Get unknown assessment for taking torture.
What will happen after the term of jail?
The soul will be free and the body will fail.

What will happen after horrible hell-jail term?
Pin dropped silence in heaven is sure confirm.
Body was formed to be thrown in the fire of hell
Sensors are to feel, see, hear, taste, to smell.