On a higher plane,
I’ll like to be here.
With a pang of guilt,
With a hint of hurt,
With a spring of feet,
Even in a brief spurt –
I will still like to be here.
In the first crush,
In the gardens lush,
In a glimmer of hope,
Believing neither Devil nor Pope –
I will like to be here.
Even in Satan’s lap,
Even at Heaven’s gate –
I’ll still like to be here.
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