The Road to Paradise

In the spire of dreams I dwell

Ketaki is my name,

From my lofty perch I spy

My maker's lofty game

My maker does make many worlds

Filled with peaks and vales,

And peoples of a myriad kind   

Starring in myriad tales               

They live in vain it seems to me

And die in equal vain,              

They live in hope of paradise

But all they get is pain

Grieved by all their futile ways

My maker, I advise

Please build them a road, my Lord

A road to the paradise

The road is always there, my child

It shines by the light of my eyes

'Tis visible even from thy abode

My road to paradise

Atop the spire of dreams I spy

And sure as day it lies

Gleaming 'neath the moonlit sky

The road to paradise

Go then to the golden end

And set the standard gold

Lead then thou my children on

The road to Paradise

I descend therefore, I take the path

But the sheer length exhausts me

I crawl and walk and run toward 

The road to paradise

Somewhere along that lonely trail

I perceive some company

Delighted thus I journey on

The road to paradise

Presently our merry mob

Ceases to be One

And before we know it, we've left

The road to paradise

Distracted by our many-ness

Branded as kin or foe

We play our silly games around

The road to paradise

And in this semi-ignorance

We're born and we live and die

Never free yet never bound to  

The road to paradise

Like a poem stumbles on metric feet

From abstraction to verse

Some of our numbers recall            

The road to paradise

They scratch their heads and search their hearts       

And trace their tracks and roots

And remember My descent into

The road to paradise

For I was neither born nor dead

Not of this world was I

I was a lonely treader of

The road to paradise

And from my sheer single-ness

I constructed the throng

And therefore dug a pothole in

The road to paradise

Through this game of lost and found

My Maker did admonish

Know thyself and know thee thus

The road IS paradise