We Are Too Good.. Poem by Ambika Kaushik

Everyone in the world
has its own mystery
Here I am in the hurl
to open the chamber of tapestry
of no other person but you alone
that every secret dumped in the mood forlorn
you have grubby minds set in a peaceful place
As you are human, grubbiness is your fate..
I can smell that musty smell coming from you, me and hell
'Just a graveyard of dead hearts
is living in the heaven
The heaven love, nature and wonders seven'
'Every open eye can see the buds around
Just the thing is, buds of lotus
and the mud which surrounds'
The secret dumped in you is expression
The way you is express is not your true impression
Your expression is which I see i.e. your charity
Your impression is which I know i.e. your royalty
'O' I do charity, I give this and that
I ignore the slum around and live in a flat'
You can waste a complete lot of goods
but if those buds use
You'll beat them with a wood
But of course you do charity
You are so kind to help
that you leave those injured people
which are dying to hell..
Above all I just say
We are too good
Just too good
To deserve a HELL! ! !