Life After Life

by Guruguhan Iyer

While on our way to heaven,

There’d be a fork stuck in the road.

Amid a famiy of trees,

I’d build a home for you and me.

 

Red roofs. Brown doors. Maroon grilled windows.

A pathway in the middle of green, green grasses.

Compound walls as high as our waists.

Swing and slides for our two little kids.

 

In the evening, we’d watch the blue, blue skies.

Stars, planets and cloud number nine.

Gentle breeze will come and kiss our cheeks.

The aroma of mud. And the sweet taste of wine.

 

Red roofs. Brown doors. Maroon grilled windows.

A pathway in the middle of green, green grasses.

Compound walls as high as our waists.

Swing and slides for our two little kids.

 

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