ONCE CALLED HEAVEN
There was a land where peace would stay,
Where dawn would sing and children play.
They called it Heaven, pure and bright,
A world of love, bathed in light.
But hate crept in, a silent spell,
And turned that light to fire and hell.
Now ashes lie where flowers fell—
A place once Heaven, now called as Hell.
Yet deep beneath the darkened sky,
A seed of hope still dares to try.
............ Ferjohn Timung
KARBI ANGLONG, ASSAM, INDIA🇮🇳
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Ferjohn Timung (Pseudonym) (
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It is the combination of the rhyme and wording of meaning that gets the fave on this one
A Lovely tender write that in the depths of hell there can still be a glimmer of hope, enjoyed the read
Anguish of desecration conveyed very nicely
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