What if the heaven we are told about doesn't exist,
What if it's a place we see only in our dreams.
Who has ever went there and came back?
Who has ever seen hell with his naked eyes?
What if we are not scared of death
We are scared of losing all the things we are used to.
Waking up surrounded by oceans,
And Sharing this world with the loved ones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem