I wondered often how it must be,
Beyond this world that we can see.
What must lie on the other side?
What must it be like in paradise.

How paltry must we really be,
To know only of the world our eyes can see.

What if this world is actually a lie,
We’d never know the truth until we die.

What a pity it would be, to look back and finally see
The sun and the rain, the birds that soar high above terrain;
The sound of the wind, the comfort it lent to your fatigued skin.

The times the ocean glimmered in your eyes,
The sights that made your heart let out sighs.

How would you feel when you’re at the gate,
Ready to cross over at the strait,
As you turn around one last time,
You realize you’re leaving paradise behind.

Poem by Priya D’Silva


M.A. in Sociology

B.A. in Sociology


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