There's No Heaven Poem by Neela Nath Das
There's No Heaven
Now, there's no heaven between me
and my bygone days of past.
It was only the shady shelter
of my mother's veil, the
affectionate smell of mother's
hands which told me, it was
a heaven's door,
between the wall of paradise
and earthly life of innocence.
It was the belief that god
kills demons, and justice is the
enemy of wrongdoers as evil can't
ever win over good.
Childhood is a thought
which keeps its balmy hands
on the fevered forehead
of a experienced tortured soul.
It exists in our mind's mind.
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childhood is a thought which keeps it's balm hands on the fevered forehead nice
It is very good poem childhood is just part of us that we remember most of time
Now, there's no heaven between me and my bygone days of past. It was only the shady shelter of my mother's veil, wonderful thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:59:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very beautiful poem. enjoyed it