Little Heaven

Our heaven was carved with loads of diligent,

A semi- centennial ago with the blessings of the old.

The heaven had experienced ups and downs, lows and highs,

It has witnessed children growing, it has mourned on the death of the old

It saw generations after generations.

It itself started getting venerable, 

its elements started getting tired,

Some fell on their own and some were felled off,

The bricks started tattering as if the sky was falling

This marked the end of our little heaven.