Where does heaven exist? (Guest Post)

This is a guest post from a budding poet Sumit.

Sumit Chaudhary who writes under the pen-name "Armitunum" is pursuing his Bachelor Degree from IIT Kharagpur.  Apart from writing he has keen interest in music and plays piano. His poems and short stories are very simple, articulate and inexorable.

I interacted with him on a forum in Facebook and was surprised to see pure and poetic thoughts in a young person like him. Perhaps it is the IIT that makes him serious? Just kidding! Reach him at  www.facebook.com/armitunum and TheArmitunum@gmail.com.

This is a touching poem titled "Where does heaven exist" by Amritunum

I don't know why Maa went there,

I miss her more and much and more today,

Mumma please come back here,

I need you right away.

Does heaven have a phone number?

Or its way goes through platform 9-3/4?

Is it in books made of ivy timber?

Or is it somewhere deep down my floor?

If it has a phone number how many digits is it?

Will it be an international call or call for free?

Does it have digits; digits very complicated?

Or it's a simple one like three hundred thirty three.

If heaven in Howards, is Maa under guidance of Albus Dumbledore?

What is she going through there? Is it mayhem?

On the railways, I asked papa once where is that door?

But papa says our station has only seven of them.

If heaven is in those dusty old books, what page do I have to read?

Is it on the page where an old man lies with nasty looks? Or the one that says 'human too born through a seed?

If heaven under my floor, how much I have to dig?

Yesterday I hit an axe on the floor, it hurt me but Maa now I am fine,

Maa I don't know what to ask more so I leave you a sign,

"Why you went away maa, I am only nine!"

Poetry- Guest post

Meet Andrew Alpin,born and brought up in Kolkata, loves music and to read books on philosophy and occult. His love for mountains brought him to Darjeeling where he stayed for 6 years. Now works as a restaurant manager and a part time web content specialist in Kolkata. He has been writing poetry since the age of 19. Inviting him for a guest post was a great experience. You can reach him at andrewalpin1@gmail.com or get in touch with him through his FB profile https://www.facebook.com/andrew.alpin.5?fref=ts

Can you imagine somebody writing such beautiful verses of poetry in childhood? I was very young when this poem was written.  Read two verses penned by Andrew in 1989 and 1990. 

Wind on the ridge

Wind on the ridge

Blowing strong and free

I hear your mighty voice

Roaring through the trees

Wind on the ridge

You shall not seem to mind

Each time I cross these rocky paths

My spirit I come to find

1989

Pain

Life is weary

And living is full of pain

Like a tired flower all withered

I long for the comfort of rain

1990