Pearls on the road
Which shines by reflecting sun light
Flying with the wings
People around me
We call them angels
Fruits are so sweet they taste like ambrosia
Everything looks clear without dust
I can see tall buildings touching the sky
Sun looks red and pleasant all the day
No scarcity for water
Love was spread all over
And faces filled with smile
Isn't it what we are looking for?
A fantasy but a dream of heavenly place