Heaven

• Nagasai Ishaan Golla, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

Do not kneel at my grave and wail,
I shan't be there. I embark on another trail.
This place is one of a kind,
As it is in your mind.

I do not perceive any pain.
It is only gaiety, with its incessant reign.
I nix to see you cry the way you did today,
While in the thought of the many things I never got to say.

It is tranquil here,
And the perception of strain is unclear.
Every taken step emerges a vestibule of roses,
And an enthral river approaches.

Here, day and night,
is a cockatoo's delight.
This is your world.
This is heaven.