Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Comforts. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Where is the proclaimed heaven in any way
Not in the near vicinity it visible
Somewhere in the universe imagines
Heavenly comforts so much imaginations
Something mystical proclaims and preaches
Is it not in this large world
Where we can find heavens and hell
That made in our own deeds and efforts
We can make heaven and hell in this world
The good feeling that to be maintained
The larger brotherhood that to keep it nice
Where heaven will be formed with best hopes
There itself we experience the comforts.
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