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