Before The Other Side

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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