a man died
and while his soul was strolling
in a heavenly corridor,
even before the body burnt to ashes,
he found out,
but a shocked god,
nursed by the most lovely angels,
concerned with his life.
'what hell is going here? ',
the soul asked.
'you are with a heart calmly beats',
the god spoke in a husky whisper.
'my friends live in my heart, '
the soul said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem