On the wings of a black eagle I soared higher in a hurry and dashed against the door that Dharma had just closed.
The divergent route that an arrow pointed also led to a life beyond; they call it Hell.
Repentance, I thought, might have washed my sins, the pious thoughts those surfaced in closing days of my life.
My insistence to attack the closed door, however, was misplaced, for even though I undertook austerities and realized the worth of virtues, the same did not apply to Gods in Heaven.
They follow Law of Karma; their dictionary does not record the word: Forget or Forgive.
