Children Make Heaven Poem by S.D. TIWARI

Once upon a time there lived a Demon;
In the valley who owned an orchard.
It was splendid, soothing, quiet and calm
Full of buds, flowers, fruits of all sort.

Lavish green leaves, blowing aromatic breeze,
Flows in midst, the music resonating brook.
Pretty herbs, sitting on trees singing birds,
Snowy mountains around, gave heavenly look.

Children of nearby town came and played
But few naughty ones plucked some flowers.
Demon annoyed, didn’t like their this act
Blocked children’s entry by mystical powers.

What’s this! gradually spring stopped flowing,
Heat enhanced, leaves of plants turned pale,
Flowers wilted, detached petals started to drop,
Birds disappeared, most fruits one by one fell.

Worried demon invoked his Deity and yelled -
What happened to my orchard of heaven like?
His Deity said, O Demon! behold, they were the
Children who made your orchard, paradise.

Realised his mistake, the demon soon caused
All the entry points of his orchard to open.
He invited very pleasingly to come and play
And take some fruits also, by all the children.