They say we go to hell and heaven,
I don’t understand the concept.
I’ve heard somewhere it’s all in our head.
Deep down I think doing good deeds,
End up doing the unpleasant one’s.
I ain’t a princess who’s craving to visit the wonderland.
God created two places, for the evil and the goods,
I sit and try to be nicer in my own slashed woods.
My mom says there is a big container,
Filled with warm oil, above.
If you do some disastrous things,
The deity will punish you there.
I wanna know-how afterlife feels like,
Is there something like paradise?
Does the soul have no demise?
Hallucinations that makes me helpless,
I wanna know what happens next.
After the body is burnt and buried,
When our essence is laid to rest.
Does the sky looks the same above,
Or its a mix of pink and purple.
Is life easy there or like full of hurdles?
I read somewhere, that it feels like bliss,
In heaven, there is a life of God.
This makes me more vulnerable,
To how being there would feel like,
So I probe, everywhere like a patron.
About the things that they acquire.
I serve good whenever I can,
Sometimes I do dreadful too.
I’m a rose with the allure and elegance,
However, I own thorns too.