HEAVENS GATE

HEAVENS GATE

Neither a woman, nor a wife
Those names don’t apply to me.
I remain an insignificant part of life,
Without the binding it’s just deceive.

Born a sinner, a saint, a whore,
The ocean has carried me upon a wave.
And tossed me on your sandy shore,
My secret to the grave.

From the hollowed ground I call,
Can they hear me through the soil?
As clods of earth tumble and fall,
A perfect end, a perfect foil.

Now, daisies grow on that rounded mound,
Where once was barren stone.
The call has changed, to sweet bird sound,
And I am all-alone.

The waves, still crash upon the sandy shore,
That once held me from my death.
But even that, could not hold it back,
When it came knocking on my door.

I like the darkness of endless time,
It is my constant friend.
And the sky above little raindrops sends.
To water the tiny yellow buds,
Bursting through the grime.

I am happy here,
At last, I am at peace.
The world was hard
and living there,
Was signing the devils lease.

In the shadow of my pristine tomb,
I silently watch and wait.
Waiting for you to come, and join
Me at heavens gate.

~ Sujata ~

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