Dream Land Poem by Khirod Dalpati

Lead me to the dwelling place
Of rest where I belong,
Guide me to the heavenly abode
For which I've waited so long;
I'm sick of this tiresome world
Filled with tears, sorrow and death,
Relationships made and broken
Faith, belief - cannot understand.

I stand along the river
And gaze yonder across,
Filled with hope and desire
Beyond the golden gates;
Where the crystal water flows
Along with lofty trees beside,
Bringing forth a new variety
Of fruits and flowers every month.

Direct me to that golden city
Filled with precious stones and gems,
No sorrow, tears or death
But faith, peace and love prevails;
A resting place for my little soul
Where can dwell in, for life eternal.