How deep we used to live before
Can be measured from here…
For it ain’t the clouds, neither the ozone store
Neither is it the extreme sphere….
But it’s beautiful
Beyond any sober’s hallucination….
And it’s an exact definition of ‘full’
Since nothing here is being differentiated by the term ‘nation’….
The air’s full of esteem
The falls are pure….
The nature’s too serene
Which would even act as death’s cure….
No one here is a king to rule
No one here is a queen to define beauty…
No one here is poor to play the role of mule
No one here is rich to be portrayed as deity….
Life here is a new line beyond full stop
Which tends to survive in the infinity’s vicinity….
It is the life in heaven, a mortal’s last stop
Where everything is divine, even in the smallest discontinuity….