The Real Heaven
A paradise of perpetual peace...
there's no struggle, there's no sleaze,
there's no murky sky to spread malice.
glaciers and rivers of honey embellish.
crystal chandeliers, all sparkling upon
effulgent stars shining aeon after aeon
the beacon of light, when we are gone
beyond the clouds, a Shangri-La dawn.
Enchanting heavens, glories of mirage
Are they Hotels where luxuries collage?
The real heaven is not virtue or sin
not swan songs on a serenade violin
It's only pure love buried deep within
spinning daily lives inspite of it's din.
caring for each other with words kind
hatred and violence, don't make us blind
heaven or hell, it's all only in the mind
a mosaic, of light and shade combined.
So how far is the heaven do you think?
The kingdom of God? Is it a hoodwink?
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