A poet visited heaven.
With his wonderful ability to spin
the magic with words,
he was permitted to live there forever.
A few days passed.
Then one day, as the poet sat in a corner, brooding,
God appeared in magnificent splendor
and asked him, "How are you doing here, noble soul?"
His answer surprised the God.
He requested to go back,
to leave that perfect world.
His request was incomprehensible.
No one who gets the taste of heaven ever
wants to go back.
God asked the poet the reason
for his strange request.
Poet said in a tender voice
with melodious tears
swimming in his faraway eyes,
"I felt something missing,
After careful thinking,
I now know what :
Life is too perfect here,
I miss the imperfections
of my dear world, the imperfections
that suffuse life with warmth."
-Manan sheel.
With his wonderful ability to spin
the magic with words,
he was permitted to live there forever.
A few days passed.
Then one day, as the poet sat in a corner, brooding,
God appeared in magnificent splendor
and asked him, "How are you doing here, noble soul?"
His answer surprised the God.
He requested to go back,
to leave that perfect world.
His request was incomprehensible.
No one who gets the taste of heaven ever
wants to go back.
God asked the poet the reason
for his strange request.
Poet said in a tender voice
with melodious tears
swimming in his faraway eyes,
"I felt something missing,
After careful thinking,
I now know what :
Life is too perfect here,
I miss the imperfections
of my dear world, the imperfections
that suffuse life with warmth."
-Manan sheel.
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