Heaven
Heaven,
From what I remember of it
Is a huge orchard,
Laden with juicy fruit trees
And decorated with flowers
So divinely fragranced
That just getting one whiff of them
Makes one's heart soar up
Flying out of one's body
And giving one's wings
As to raise one up
To touch
The limits of the sky!
Heaven,
Is a place where soothing music
Always flows
Keeping on one's face
Always a smile
And giving one's body
An eternal youth!
Why,
Heaven is a place
Where sparkling butterflies
Tease us
And jolly lions
Yearn for sweet hugs
From us
As no danger of any sort
Can exist there
Only life and the eternity of it does!
Heaven is made of pages to fill up
With mystical poetry
And instruments to play out
Romantic melodies
Heaven
Is made of scenic nights
To enjoy love making
To the glare
Of a million silvery moons!
Heaven
As I remember it
Is as such
And as promised to me
Once, while I slumbered,
It is what awaits me
After my demise from this world!
Written on 28th May 2020
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