Tell me where paradise is.
Is it here in my mind?
Or is that what Nirvana is,
The paradise we want.
Tell me what is paradise.
This world we live in,
It can't be paradise?
Can it?
Or do people just imagine it to be?
Think what they want.
Because this world is too cold to be Paradise.
This world is only half-hearted.
This world has only given half truths And whole lies
Have only taken but not given,
I know this isn't paradise
Because I can see everything we have done,
Everything we have ruined.
Everything we have torn apart.
Every precious thing we have discarded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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