The Paradise Poem by Ujjal Mandal

The Paradise



When the world will dress
up itself
into the mourning clothes,
When the world won't pull through
the casement
the golden ropes of sunshine,
O my love! O my gold!
We both shall be then in the
Abode already
where we came from.

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