What is this place? That has filth not even in trace. What is this place? That defines beauty in all its ways. How can a place be so divine, That it appears to be on the other side of THE LINE.
I had no clue where I was, And how I ended up in a place sans any flaws. I kept on walking guessing where could I be, And my eyes rolled on serenity that any human eye could ever see. The ground looked as if made of alabaster, And the wind seemed to blow faster. The air there was the medicine To all of mans' stress and sin. The water was like a stream of pearls That made me forget all the worldly hurls.
I walked and walked to reach the farthest isle, With a hope to never resile But to know was this place for real? As not on Earth can a place be so surreal. It all seemed like a pleasant hoax. And then I caught a glimpse of some folks Who looked so merciful As that place so beautiful.