Travel Towards Heaven Poem by VAIDYANATHAN.T. RAM

Traveled towards the heaven on a small tour,
Breeze was cool and visible,
The roads were clean,
Carried the water with fingures,
In between the sky and heaven,
There was a restaurant with pizzas and pastas,
Ancestors were busy reading newspapers and magazines,
Could not meet the god,
As he had gone to earth for meeting,
There was leakage of water on sky,
Which flows towards the earth,
Where we call it as a rain.
Some one was taking photo flash towards the earth,
Which we call it as lightening,
Other side, someone was playing drums,
Where we call it as thunder.
There was snooker and billiards in heavens club,
But only members could play.