Heaven, not the cries I cry while coming to the world;
But the realization of the fact that I took birth.
Heaven, not the forceful push towards school;
But the group of lads I meet and call my friends.
Heaven, not the unfortunate window in my mouth;
But the growth of the little white ones I’ll have all my life.
Heaven, not the first rejection I get from a guy;
But the love my heart could feel in his presence.
Heaven, not being an adult and getting voting rights;
But about the trust society confides in me.
Heaven, not about staying away and enjoying freedom;
But when I handle myself every day and night.
Heaven, not when I walk down the aisle to take my vows;
But the better half I’ll always have by my side.
Heaven, not getting a promotion and further praises;
But the time when I realize that my hard work paid off.
Heaven, not the pain I am going through;
But holding a life having tiny fingers in my hands.
Heaven, not scolding my child for mistakes he makes;
But seeing the guilt and repentance in his eyes.
Heaven, not when he seeks privacy from me;
But it is the love I see while he is saving money secretly for the February week.
Heaven, not bidding goodbye to my child;
But the feeling of being proud that he is able to stand on his feet.
Heaven, not leaving that cabin where I’ve been spending great years;
But those cards everyone are giving me with tears.
Heaven, not believing that I am getting old;
But teaching my grand-daughter how to walk.
Heaven, not reciting her rhymes from my old book;
But re-living my childhood all over again.
Heaven, not where my darling has gone to contrite and bitterly regret his actions;
But the happiness that he’ll now find inner peace.
Heaven, what is heaven to me, may not be the heaven to you;
But it will always be better than where I am finally right now.