Heaven When It Is The Home Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The beautiful garden where I planted flowering plants
Slowly given proper manure and care
Then one day I saw the happy thing
There the buds coming from the plant
Slowly steadily in all other plants
I showed to my child to look the scene
Where from these comes, my grandpa
Another day I walked through the garden
There a number of butterflies were flying
Kissing, amusing, and flying here and there
I stood a little away to see their plays
My little grandchild ran across the garden
Seeing the butterflies, large numbers
Showing me the beautiful colored wings
The child asks me where from the colors grandpa
The beautiful colors, the wings with such mystic beauty
So much thrilled the scenes from the garden
The child jumped with happy feels and wonders
There were answers none to offer the child
Who makes the colors to the beautiful butterfly
Then the following day the roses blossomed in full style
The colors were different in various plants
Some reddish, some rose color itself, others pure white
The child amused seeing the flowers such a large numbers
Ask me then how did they get the magnificent colors grandpa
I told her someone from heaven gives it the colors
Someone gives good fragrance all times to the petals
Then another day the child asks me where the heaven is
I blindly told her to look in the sky and see
More distant where we cannot reach at all in life
Then she asks me why did it more distant and not in earth
I told her dear one, there the children makes world heaven
There we do not require another heaven you know
Your plays, your emotions, your singing all heavenly feel.