The Heavenly Paradise

By Riddhish Kayur Pathak

Snows the snow;

Rains the rain,

The land is low,

The core is under,

The sky hides somethings above the sky…

And even this isn’t a lie.

Spies the spy;

But not all down the high,

Never asks anyone to behold,

Because he deserves the big hold…

Even the glory recalls the help of Thee about.

Until the help made the glory feel proud;

To say that “His creations have no doubt.”,

Even the rebellious red blood turned…

Into the red “love” when the blood barged out from his hands.

Even the rusted nails were again pure;

Thanks to all his loving heart…

Well this was the address of the “Heavenly Paradise”.

By Riddhish Kayur Pathak