Baikuntha R. Acharya
After a long journey
I reached to the heaven’s door
But to my great surprise
It was closed
The concierge peeped through the door
I was sure he’ll came to me very close
But there was a big voice saying, “Go back”
I was puzzled why he told me like that
The concierge was saying-
“You hooked so many with your emotional fishing baits
You hurt so many with your malignant narcissistic traits
You still carry the bag and baggage of exploitation
I am unable to present you for the justification”
The concierge was saying-
“You still feel proud of your belongings
You still desire to accumulate many things
You robbed so many things in the earth
Return them, feel sorry and start the journey thenceforth”
I saw a guy coming to the heaven’s door
I used to think him as my moron neighbor
He was welcomed by the concierge
He had no worldly bag and baggage
He had lived the life of a sage
I thought I am rich and the master of pretense
That I can grease the palm of the concierge
That I can easily get entry to my dream heaven
Oof, I didn’t know I was in psychotic depression
