We Cry Hard Poem by Chan Mongol

WE CRY HARD
Poet Chan Mongol
September 6 of 2019


So much pains are inside and tears in eyes
Deceased loved ones are now above few skies
We see one sky and never could go there
Above this, souls go upper skies, more far.

Souls switch bodies and keep rocketing up
From skies, they never return, never jump
We don't see their new bodies what souls wear
We have to be dead to see those bodies there.

Life and life after death both are to travel
To experience through heaven and hell
We all are in the process to relax or for burn
We burn when body no longer useful for darn.

Souls use newer bodies in each journey
Departing souls are fine but not you and me
For souls, old bodies are no longer required
Departing souls are happy but we cry hard.

Souls are fine in each layer or sky above us
Let's not be disoriented for deceased ones
The earth is the punishment district, the hell
We come here as the living tree or the animal.

We have to finish our time to suffer here
More we stay here more we feel the torture
Let's be happy for the freedom of a late kin
The late kin is in the heaven as can be seen!