Far away from the world of vanities
Is a place reserved for all eternities;
Where your heart remains satisfied,
And your mind, liberated & edified.
‘Tis a place where Hope rings true.
No tempest trouble its ocean blue,
Nor sorrow cast its gloomy shadows
Over peace-graced hills & meadows.
Lit’le children frolic under the golden Sun,
As the air fills with their laughter and fun.
Young people roam the street sans fear,
While elders walk unaided in happy pairs.
‘Tis a place that sees no rot or decay-
W’ere life stages one continuous play,
And the actors enact their saintly roles
In the great theater o’ redeemed souls.
‘Tis a place where hosts of angels sing
In melodious strain the glory o’ the King;
And wit’ all the souls worship in one accord
The Holiest of the Holy- the Saviour Lord!…
Past the hectic life of mortal toils & cares,
When the righteous have shed their tears,
The glorious dawn shall usher in all the chosen
To this paradisiacal home I know to be Heaven.
A. Anato Swu
Satakha, Zunheboto
Nagaland
