A Letter From The Hell

I don't know where the paradise is as I live in a Hell, But a little I have heard and a little I can tell, Unaware of the fairies white, yellow, black or brown, Do they wear an opaque or a semi-transparent gown, Not clear they wear a dress or don't wear a dress at all They are short like Chinese or like Americans they're tall They speak Arabic, French, or Narendra Modi's English, Or like Pakistanis and Indians speak Unglish and Hinglish, I wonder even in a paradise they're divided in white and black, Any way, if they're women and any part they do not lack, So what if divided in Budhists, Hindus, Muslims, Jews and Christians, I was one of the unconcerned humans still one of those humans, The fairies might be going to a temple, to a mosque, or a church, I don't mind if at night they continue to become a candy crunch, Oh! My friends had written me to know about the Hell, It's just like the world I am used to with it and all is well.