The Heaven I Imagined Poem by Aman Basnet

I dream of going to heaven
after my breath is spent.
I heard there is hell and heaven—
heaven is beautiful, where peace lies in every breath,
whereas hell is Savagery.

After my breath was spent, my soul became impalpable,
trying to reach that wonderful world.
I thought my path would lie on the stairs of judgment.
I feared hell more than I understood heaven.

Finally, I reached the Almighty.
I shared a glance with the Mighty,
but His cold reply stunned me. He said,
"How was heaven? "

Heaven was not what I had described.
My words faded when truth stood before me.
I realized too late that I only imagined,
not understood.