34. MY soul is troudled painfully and in tension I cried

My soul is troubled painfully and in tension I cried
It is at exact eleven 'O' clock at night my street is slept,
Two angels came and pulled my soul roughly and I died,
A grave is dug and at exact eleven at day Iam buried,
A bad faces angel came, cut my tongue and pulled my eyes,
And a big snake came into my grave and hissed my body,
To see all this weeping drops came from the sky's eyes,
I called to Allah, Shiva, Jesus to save me from agony of my soul,
To a guilty man They pitied me and sent me upto heaven and hell,
There I saw Gods, one is Head all obey Him with a great honour,
I wept to go through the troubles of hellish people in pell-mell,
Guilty men are released from imprisoned hell after every hour,
While I was talking with God in the sky I heard morning bell,
I awoke soon and surprised to see sunrise from my sleeping tour.

Mazid S Kazi , INDIA