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The Contract

Still remember the day
When I was summoned
Before landing on mother earth
Made out of water,air,fire and clay.

Was standing after a while
In a room before the Father,
The Son, and the Holy ghost,
Was not sure to be grim, or to smile.

There was cool air
Around the place
As scented spirits flittered
Surrounding the staircase.

"Congratulations my boy!"
You're day has come
"You've made it this time
You are the chosen one."

Looked on to the table
Wanting sense to enable
A reason for this prospect
For them everyone did respect.

"But I'm happy here father
To stay with you is what I'd do rather
You're sending me to earth
Is this what the waiting was worth?"

"Questions you may have many
And answers there are few
Finding the meaning of life
Is what should be your view"

"OK, as you say father
Tell me now what to do
I'd like to see if what lies there
Has more than what I knew"

"Then it is done, you may depart
Before you leave, you have to start
Reading this what we have for you
It tells what's needed to be true."

"What is this father?"
I exclaimed,
"Have never known this
Please explain"

"This, my son is
The Contract
The act
The fact."

The contract ran in several pages
Hundreds of clauses
Things to do
And many not to.

"This is an understanding
That you will follow
The codes of conduct
As said in the contract"

Before I could react
Was given to sign it, a pen
And led to a chamber
To read it again.

Many years have passed
Since then
Had almost forgotten
The contract when

Remember having read it
It is strange for it
Was the purpose for which all till now
Has arranged.

Am still trying to put together
The words page by page
For following them, stage by stage
Was to decide my mortal age.

Still have a memory the way
In which had even prayed
To have a life, and to be
Contended as it stayed

The contract still remains
To be honoured
Over many tomorrows,
If they are there again

Many yesterdays are left
Wanting to keep
The contact alive
With all that it was instilled.

And it was the last page
Written in bold,
And as was told
Which said that the doors

To the Father, the Son
And the Holy Ghost
Will open once again
Only after the contract

Is fulfilled..
Written by sunil
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