Call it heaven call it hell
Call it fire call it flame
Nothing stays apart
Nothing remains the same.
Being the water of this desired rain
Why take the pain of bifurcating the same?
Let the wave of wounded water flow
Let the mist of painful dust blow.
Floods of dew would come and go
The Deep then , today might be shallow
Let the fog of this urge become hallow
The air would then turn Christly mellow.
Both the heaven and the hell
Would then be of the same shell
Not separating thy then
Let the castle of nothingness remain.
– Manthan Shah