After running through vast forest of immigration , finally arrival in a true destination.
Dear, readers
Here, platform smells like home ,
The air hushed and noise so low .
Shiny stars sitting in front row .
We wrote life journal
knowing life isn't eternal .
Now ,
The pages are somewhere out of reach ,
Now no one opens ,no one reads,you truly vanished .
Here the sun looks fading beat
No shadow follows in such heat .
Creature made of light
Shining like gold , tall and bright .
Welcomed like awaited family,
Promises of kindness and harmony .
Here, no one hurts with words
Under the shadow of lord .
No heart gets harden ,
No one calls you burden,
No one laughs at face,
Measure you by race and grace.
No one yells for Imperfections ,
Just measured through worldly bad actions .
A place so wanted
Want to forget the worldly life ,feels like haunted
Here I am looking through stars
My silent companions ,those I couldn't save from death ,went far
Searching through faith, wrapped by the truth of death.
Now they are baby stars
Healthy, happy ,hopeful
No need to go back
In a world that treats like rag .
Train arrives next station,
Hell or heaven ..
Final home .mapped by your heart and word woven by intention.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 2:46 PM UTC
After running through vast forest of immigration , finally arrival in a true destination.
Dear, readers
Here, platform smells like home ,
The air hushed and noise so low .
Shiny stars sitting in front row .
We wrote life journal
knowing life isn't eternal .
Now ,
The pages are somewhere out of reach ,
Now no one opens ,no one reads,you truly vanished .
Here the sun looks fading beat
No shadow follows in such heat .
Creature made of light
Shining like gold , tall and bright .
Welcomed like awaited family,
Promises of kindness and harmony .
Here, no one hurts with words
Under the shadow of lord .
No heart gets harden ,
No one calls you burden,
No one laughs at face,
Measure you by race and grace.
No one yells for Imperfections ,
Just measured through worldly bad actions .
A place so wanted
Want to forget the worldly life ,feels like haunted
Here I am looking through stars
My silent companions ,those I couldn't save from death ,went far
Searching through faith, wrapped by the truth of death.
Now they are baby stars
Healthy, happy ,hopeful
No need to go back
In a world that treats like rag .
Train arrives next station,
Hell or heaven ..
Final home .mapped by your heart and word woven by intention.
Unfairness is just in this world not there..
