My Kaleidoscope

Paradise

What is paradise
The answers keep differing,
Like the probability of numbers on a dice.

For a tramp, staying on the road-
Paradise is in a majestic abode.

For a worker, working in the farm-
Paradise is what he creates with his arms.

For a merchant, constantly travelling to trade-
Paradise is having a diner at home, even soup and some bread.

For the diseased, writhing in pain-
Paradise is in treatment- kind and humane.

For a soldier, lolling with his sword-
Paradise is dying for glory, in the war.

For a king, having landmasses under his rule-
Paradise is a concept, that his majesty's arrogance believes-is conceived by fools.

For the commoners, who are at life's odds-
Paradise is a place, created by the Gods.

To each one, their paradise is precious,
And so, I have my own idea too;
A place where on one side there are towering mountains, breathless,
And on the other, below the starry nights- is the ocean, so blue!