Heaven

Heaven is a metaphor
a divine maya
we have created,
had it been real
we would have been
doomed by implosions.
Better it remains a metaphor
to drown us it in our
poetry and dreams.

Heaven is -
when I feed  my children ,
when elders bless me
when I bring smile
on crying faces,
when my dear ones
return home safe.
when I hold you in arms,
heaven is in your breath
that is my eternal metaphor.

The earth is in my pocket
I may throw it as a ball
if the mood takes me on
to create my heaven alone.

Sabita Sahu