Once, on a river side,
I met with a
flowing tide,
With many
huge trees of oak,
While I was
drinking coke.
In river, the
fishes I found,
And birds’
chirping sound
Along with
colorful flowers;
And lots of
beauty around.
In the orchards
that goes,
The petals of
roses arose.
I might have
had;
The most
fortunate nose.
In the
high-up skies,
I could see
the sun arise.
It was
looking as a tiny mice,
Between all
these guys.
It was spring;
There wasn’t any
noise.
I was feeling
like a king;
And had many
joys.
At evening, I
could see;
The Sun
setting in the west.
Now, I’m
going from heaven,
As, I was
just a guest.
I haven’ much
fortune to live here,
And have to
go to Earth.
As, I haven’t
done much fair,
So, have to
go to the cycle of birth and death.
Thus, as a
result of what, I had;
Done through
my deeds,
I have to
improve my needs,
So that on
me, everyone should have glad.
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