When I think of death to come <br />I see a cheerful, flower filled door <br />Swinging open - loving smiles <br />I want rush in there once more <br /> <br />A warm welcome, where wait <br />Those I loved and who loved me <br />Some I knew this birth, some past <br />On earth and air and in the sea <br /> <br />For many births in many forms <br />Come alive in me, beyond this life <br />Strangely, only love is there <br />No negative thoughts, <br /> no wasteful strife <br /> <br />No skulls, no scythes, <br />No fanciful fires of a childish hell <br />Nor rivers of sticky milk and honey <br />No judging God, no tolling bell <br /> <br />Just sparkling life, wiser than before <br />I was born on this plane <br />Amazingly free, full of wonders <br />No mind to worry, no body strain <br /> <br />And creativity - far beyond magic <br />Whatever I think, I make appear <br />I can be wherever fancy strikes <br />There are no walls, there's no fear <br /> <br />In the gross world where we are <br />Cry not for me, you and you <br />Your loved ones are also beyond that door <br />And I will be there waiting, too <br /> <br />Kishore Asthana<br /><br />Kishore Asthana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/celebrating-death/
