Five people I met in hell

The first person I met in hell
is one of my old classmates
who once killed
a butterfly.
I told her not to, but she did.
Now she sings,
Sitting in the chair, alone.

Second one is
The Pizza maker.
Who once put
the thinnest mozzarella layer
on my favourite pizza.

Third is,
My Boss.
Who always left me in a state of hopeless despair,
No matter what.
Now everyone yells at him.

Fourth one is,
That one uncle
who always used to
Taunt me about my short hair.
Now he is the barbour of hell.

And the fifth is
The shop-owner of the new shop,
which replaced my favourite Golgappa place.
Now he sells some ugly things over there.

You would think,
Why am I here?
I once wished,
all these people
should go to hell.