Paradise Poem by Sandra Martyres

He went out to buy a ticket to Paradise
A place where no one would him despise
Where snow capped mountains appear
Against deep blue skies that are clear
Where a man's caste colour and creed
Is something no one is likely to heed
Where fruits and vegetables are aplenty
And nobody's granary is ever empty
Where music is played ever so softly
And nothing is ever overly costly
Where the poor are never treated badly
And the rich part with their money gladly
The travel agent searched desperately
And then raising his head announced clearly
That there was no such place called Paradise
The poor man went back with tears in his eyes