I sold my ticket to heaven

There he sits at the station
His fingers clasped
Waiting for his train
It’s been a long wait
He says to the passers by
I paid a fortune to buy this ticket
This is the ticket to heaven

Then he shows his golden ticket
Engraved in it is his name
Then he sees some others
With the same ticket
He goes to them
Say’s, our tickets are the same!
No! They say “it’s not”
Ours’ are different
Mine shines better than yours
And I paid more to get these
Your class is different
We are travelling in the superior class
Yours’ is lower

He wonders didn’t the seller say
“Everyone gets the same ticket?
And travels in the same class?”
Furious he throws the ticket
And again he takes it back
Sad, he sits there wondering
“What am I going to do with this?”
A man walks down to him
Says “sell me the ticket”
I will give you more than what you paid for
You will be richer than before
You don’t have to wait for the train
Sell me the ticket

Without thinking twice
He sells his ticket
Take this and free me from this wait
He says
“Here is what you asked for
More than you ever dreamed”
The man gives him the money and walks away

Then the ticket collector comes to him
Asks him for the ticket
And he replies
“I sold my ticket to heaven”
And in a distance he hears the train’s sound.

Written by Vinal raj r on April 1, 2011