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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I Have A God Woken up by a mellifluous music never heard before, Made me wonder, was I in the kingdom of Orpheus ? Or was it the orchestra of heavenly maidens? I open'd my eyes after honey'd slumber, Blind'd by sparkling silver and blazing gold Of a goldsmiths treasure trove. I walk'd step by step on the cloudy floor Feeling the weightlessness of my heavy shoulders. Much had I been overwrought by mortal burden, And heaved a sigh at this fanciful world. Above the lands, above the seas, Above the mountains had I obliviously reached. In the realms of dreams I smiled, And swirled my glittery gown. The gods had been kind for this Elysian ecstasy Loud shout'd I my gratitude to the Almighty, If this be divinity I ask for no more Before me stood my creator in all his luminosity and spoke, You call'd me child and I your servant be, No more pain, no more misery, No more desire, no more passion shall ever feel. Your soul in my palm will be, your vesture rested on the ground. Down look you on earth,the towering inferno has turned you to smithereens. Your love is here, And here begin we a life afresh. He point'd his big finger down, once again. There on earth your treasures lie, The fray is on and many will die. For centuries have they fought and for centuries will they continue, Your abode be here for all times to come, Fret not you, for I be here. Spoke I to God, A dream this were not, for I am sure. What treasures do I yearn? What passions do I crave? What pain? What misery you speak of when I your only audience be? My raptures the world knows not of, For too entangled is the diseased world, Of attachments and detachments. Much to their envy am I filled with pride, My journey has not ended, With you by my side it has just newly begun. SECOND Balveen Cheema November 26, 2015 Contest: I went To Heaven Sponsor:Laura Urbaniak
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