Where is Heaven?

 Where is heaven?

Ask myself in the morn at ten,

It can be seen after the Judgment Day,

This is what my same self has to say.

 

Yet I have a special definition,

Of heaven that I mention,

As the very feeling of rapture,

In the psyche’s internal sphere.

 

Good works, compassion and love,

Can flow the celestial zephyr from above,

Since these are the facets requisite,

That can let us meet.

 

Here and now if we taste heaven,

Half of the path has been covered then,

Meaning that must we endeavour,

 To carry others’ burden also like a porter.    

 

The replica of hell and heaven are here,

It is individual choice which one to go after,

And merely one chance is given in conclusion,

To make that grave decision.

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