Trespassing to Paradise...

he just stopped
By a wall...
Over it
he saw
Wood roses on fall...
Slowly
By the breeze of the morn
As if He...
Had down come
With His whitest dame
Of peace and tranquil sense...
And those trees
Their shadowy cool
Only swept him so
That he
Trespassed...
Yes
he tresspassed...
to that garden...
Of Paradise...
And those wavy long long green lushy grass
Were not they happy too?
For they had all the blessing of dew
Moist on their leaves...
he drooped down
Caressed and kissed them...
The dewy cool on his face they placed...soft...
On him He with His serene most self dropped...
And those little angels
Smiling little ones
Aha!
They had the smell...
The smell that poured such an ethereal happiness
That he touched them
One by one
On his palm they them placed
Little white with yellow centre
They sent him
John Denver...
Country song...
They sent them
Bliss...
They on his cheeks
Planted moist kiss...
And
he felt
he...
The tiny traveler...
Had nothing more to do...
he drooped further down
To gather their balmy view...
And songs of love by automatic choice
Generated in him...
he got lost
Into pinkish dream...
'aa chal key tujhey...'
A song...
Of yesteryears
he sang...
As if it was his morning's prayer...
he had another death...
A death sublime
A death blessed
A death buddhist
A death pure
A death desired
A death with opened doors...