A curved path filled of flowers,
around there many lightening towers.
Like I was behind someone,
and followed his steps one by one.
He dispatched me far,
which seemed so scar.
Appeared the path was going towards the heaven ,
and it's steps did my feet lessen.
Suddenly I woke up from sleep,
Ohh God that was a relief.
My dream is broken,
and I totally unspoken.
If it had taken more,
I would have reached the door.
and would lose my breath,
because He was an Angel of Death..

© Ankita Padhi