Paradise Poem by Hashim Hamzat

Many ink have been squirt
Many books have been filled
On the quest of explaining the concept called paradise for the masses.
Ideologically, we picture it to look like a place were different friut are grown.
Were the righteous will be adored.
A place rejected for the crowd of clown.
What more can I say
Were wisdom is a butterfly
And not a gloomy bird of prey.
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
That heaven is of a sleepless state
Were all things seems to be acclaimed