Then I saw two angels in the grave,
They informed me,
I was under arrest and would face a trial,
And would be produced,
Before the court of divine law,
On the day proceeding,
What could I do?
Just waiting and waiting.
The grave was dark and suffocating,
I could not sit just lying on the clay,
I found myself now capable,
Of crying and praying,
Tears came in my eyes,
And I said my Lord!
Are my sins greater than your mercy?
Am I a man so much bad?
Can't you forgive?
I am buried alive,
I then fell unconscious,
When came in my senses,
Saw the angels again,
With a handsome man,
Having face so graceful,
He is your advocate Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
The angels left us alone,
To discuss the case,
Coleridge told me,
You need not worry,
Charges against you,
Are weak and feeble,
The prosecution has no witness,
Other than you.
After some time I was produced,
Before the divine court,
And the trial started,
I saw the prosecutor,
And I was surprised,
It was no one else,
It was me only me.
He read the charges.
My Lord then asked me,
Do you plea guilty?
Yes My Lord, I plea guilty,
The accused has pleaded guilty,
Coleridge stood and bowed his head,
My Honorable Lord the accused has faced,
A painful experience, he was buried alive,
He is no more normal.
Coleridge requested the Honorable Court,
To allow to defend,
The accused in the name of justice,
My Lord, so kind, allowed proceedings,
The prosecutor started presenting his case,
The first witness were my eyes,
They narrated the sins I did with my eyes,
Your witness said the prosecutor,
Coleridge stood and said,
