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Sweeping through the lawn filled with mud,
She wished she had one more chance.
Tears were falling down her cheeks
She didnt even try to stop it from expressing.
She wanted them to see that she was repenting
That she demanded one more chance.
Yes she remembered, remembered them telling that there was no going back
That mistakes once done remain hence.
She was supposed to be happy,
For she was in the place of God,
But she also did know that any other place was better,
For when you stand in the heaven, you have to be good, which she wasnt.
But she had just seen what she had done,
What she had done during her journey in The Earth
Never had she listened to the voice,
Never had she been humane.
Now when she sees how her children's suffer,
She has no choice but to repent.
May be this is what they call the hell.
May be everyone comes to heaven afterall,
But there could be no bigger hell than being helpless and guilt-filled in the heaven.
She sighs, again and again, when she thinks about what she did.
She wants to shout out to the humans out there,
Please follow your voice, do good to people.
For here in the heaven she did learn a secret.
But her promise was to keep it to herself, whilst otherwise it turns into a curse.
But she can do one thing,
Pray with all her might that a few pay heed,
Listen to what she is trying to say,
That they have to be good, good to everything because being good is in their nature
And being good is so good, they cant imagine.
And then she sits, wiping the tears
For she knows someones listening,
And that she can save Atleast a soul
From the burden of guilt and helplessness. 

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