Heaven or Hell?

And there I was knocking a door,

For hours and hours blocking the door!
So it opens and a child comes,

With tattered clothes and shoes none!
For me I thought this was hell,

But the guy behind me had a lot to tell
He showed me the road unknown,

With weeds and thorns overgrown

For that was the road that led to hell,

To cross that I had to be brave as well!

And this was the heaven so talked about

With the promise of flowers and lovely sprouts
But if this was heaven,

Then where was the God?

Why the lonely child was left abode!
For my world was better than this,

The life was tough but still was bliss!
But the man behind disagreed,

Probably when I was alive I paid no heed!

For there we live in our own worlds

In our safe shells all curled

People live and they die

No one’s really concerned when others cry

All that is important is oneself

Life has little meaning in and of itself

So why am I complaining about the heaven?

For this is what is left of it,

While alive we don’t value what we have around

Why would God be bothered to show us the path we never found?

For is this heaven or the hell?

Now i have a tale I am ashamed to tell!