Arm- Dot- Cor-W
To Lord Ram I sent my soul
Some letter of that after-life to spell
And my soul returned
Answered, “I, myself am Heaven and hell”
Then I tried Christ as an alternative
That I nurse a sacrificial motive
Soon I got the answer in negative
It’s in heaven is now inactive.
I thought I am short of ram
I am marred by His Arm
Need more memories before harm
To be worthy of his charm.
Then an old man like me came to my door
Walking with a small stick,
With his hand on back with pain
Thought to be a medicinal doctor.
Keeping the show on, gave him a long oar
Walked away with décor
I thought my ram memories in perfect order.
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Dr.Ram Mehta
The poem is patterned on my poem "Installed ram by RAM in Ram"
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Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011
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