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After the funeral, I was sent to heaven. St. Peter stood at the gates. “Welcome”, he said, “your sins are forgiven”, “Go to the Chamber; Jesus waits”. Jesus summoned me with boisterous mirth, “How was your short time on Earth?” “Fairly decent”, said I with a smile, “Every moment was worthwhile.” “Starting from the time of my birth, I did plenty of things on Earth, I studied hard, acquired a degree, Got a job and made pots of money.” Jesus shot me an unhappy stare, And ordered me to take a chair, Carefully he opened a slim file, and scrutinized it for a while. "You were given the ability to write, To rhyme, to compose and recite, You could have been a famous bard, Like Shelly, Milton & Arthur Ward. In the quest to earn bread & butter, You poured your talent down the gutter. A talented, young Indian Author, preferred to undergo corporate slaughter. Should I have written it on stone? Man doesn't survive on bread alone? Gifted with wit, spirit and foresight, You were sent on Earth to write" Shocked & aghast, I fell to my knees, "Give me a chance, I beg you please" "No", he said and refused to relent, "You have an eternity to regret & repent".
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 7:24 AM UTC
After the funeral
After the funeral, I was sent to heaven. St. Peter stood at the gates. “Welcome”, he said, “your sins are forgiven”, “Go to the Chamber; Jesus waits”. Jesus summoned me with boisterous mirth, “How was your short time on Earth?” “Fairly decent”, said I with a smile, “Every moment was worthwhile.” “Starting from the time of my birth, I did plenty of things on Earth, I studied hard, acquired a degree, Got a job and made pots of money.” Jesus shot me an unhappy stare, And ordered me to take a chair, Carefully he opened a slim file, and scrutinized it for a while. "You were given the ability to write, To rhyme, to compose and recite, You could have been a famous bard, Like Shelly, Milton & Arthur Ward. In the quest to earn bread & butter, You poured your talent down the gutter. A talented, young Indian Author, preferred to undergo corporate slaughter. Should I have written it on stone? Man doesn't survive on bread alone? Gifted with wit, spirit and foresight, You were sent on Earth to write" Shocked & aghast, I fell to my knees, "Give me a chance, I beg you please" "No", he said and refused to relent, "You have an eternity to regret & repent".
Well I love to write. But the uncertainty that goes with the profession of being a writer has deterred me from pursuing it professionally. Hence I am stuck in a 10 to 7 desk job.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 7:24 AM UTC
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