If there is a heaven
Why must I suffer?
Why am I a farce?
Why must I be crazy?
Why do I have to be said I'm not by professionals but not by the common?
Am I patronized?
I miss home.
I want to go.
Things I have to maintain.
A world above and beyond and still no fact of its existence.
Science tells me there is no God.
Religion tells me I have a soul.
If theirs a heaven, a paradise and more.
I want to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Great poem with profound metaphors and fortified emotions, of tomorrow.