Our heaven
Poetry is no illusion
Or simple imagination
It is culmination
Of self origination
Where individual poet sees
And cites experience
In verses
To give glimpse
You need no casual friends
But people who remain till an end
With open eyes to support
For the cause you are out
I wave at each heart
To feel part
Of nature
And for humanity as our future
I will think of poor
And next door neighbor
Who shall always be my immediate well wisher?
Fellow adviser and worry sharer
My pen speaks nothing
But tries to bring
Simple message in open
Let us build simple place where we can have our heaven!
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