The Search Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

I died an hour ago
It was a painful experience;
Soon I was beyond the clouds,
In a room filled with items made of
Gold, silver, gems, ivory and silk.
I heard a voice asking me to choose a few,
For my keeping,
I let out a loud laugh.
I did not possess any such riches,
While I was alive;
Now that I am dead
What would I do with this kind of wealth?
I extended my hand and began,
To look for the thing, I wanted,
The thing, I most needed.
The same voice asked me again -
‘What are you looking for? '
I could not see the person who spoke.
‘The inner peace I threw away,
The moment I first opened my eyes
To view my world.
You don't have it, I suppose.'
I asked.
There was no reply.