A devil's dream

once a devil started to dream,

a dream about heavens and its beauty.

As he slept in the cozy fires of hell,

he was too naive, for in that dream, he dwelled.

As he slept there, with flicker of a smile,

he was lit and torched at his forehead,

for sleep and smile are forbidden in hell’s wile,

and with screams of familiar pain he woke up.

“Are you dreaming about starry place again?”,

the other devils started to ask at his pain,

he said, “it gives me hope, keeps me alive,

makes me do the things I can’t and survive”.

With teary eyes and wretched hope he got up,

as others said, “Heaven isn’t real, just give up”.

“Why do I dream something I’ve never seen?”,

he said, “It must be real, may be we never reach”.

The other devils left with despair and pity for him,

for they have the gift of blindness beyond hell’s wile.

He kept staring up and above into heavens dim,

for the fires of hell were too bright and ripe.

Author's Note

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