Paradise Poem by Vishnu Sampoorn
Paradise
Going past the awesome clouds,
On my wings, a flight I took
I hoped to see how the Paradise
I'd heard of does really look
I thought it is a place of fun,
Bright with the Sun, golden
Pleasant breeze, all day long,
Filled with the Cuckoo's song
Where the stream of love, flows endless,
In the end, I confess;
There, I saw, nothing much of worth
Paradise is here, on our Earth.
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