If I were asked to paint a picture of heaven.

If I were asked to paint a picture of heaven

If I were asked to paint a picture of heaven

I would paint it redesigning the Alpine peaks of 

Switzerland and Italy at the top, with Ganges

flowing from the mid, shaping up meanders and

oxbow lake molding it as an art. 

If I were asked to paint a picture of heaven

I would paint you and me giving our feet some rest 

beside the Lake Lucerne having sweet cherries 

and blueberries, unredeemed in the freshwaters 

tranquil and breeze. 

If I were asked to paint a picture of heaven

I would paint it fudging together The Dark 

Hedges of Ireland and will add finishing touches 

to the place fenced with Roses, Tulips and Lilies, 

so that we will be absorbed in each other's arms 

with the magnetized redolence of the charms, 

like we will at no time be partitioned till 

death tooks us apart. 

If I were asked to paint a picture of heaven

I would paint it with those sweet voices of 

Mockingbird and The Whistling Cocktails. And 

the Nightingale will lock up our twinge with 

its whistle, trills and gurgles so calm. 

If I were asked to paint a picture of heaven

I would paint it with the Valleys of Ten Peaks, 

where we will rejoice when the nightfall will 

occur with that shiny broken moon and twinkling 

light all over the vault of heaven above and high. 

If I were asked to paint a picture of heaven

I would paint the berth with the natural pearls 

from the Oyster's Shell and give rise to a comfort 

zone with the Egyptian Cottons, to unbend in 

each other's arms forever and always and 

we will proudly entitle it as our abode. 

Ayesha Khalid