I see you from a far, under the same sky.
Oh how magnificently you were made,
To sing hymns and praises to our God.
Though only silence surrounds you. Gracefully you still stands.
The green grasses guards you till they turn Gray.
Many have passed by but none stops by.
No Bell's are ring though you long to hear.
No hymns are sing though you long to listen.
No prayers are made inside of you.
As the wind blows, the grasses dance,
The chirping birds and the blowing wind
misconceives to be some visitors.
And you open your door wide with greetings.
Waited until the wind stops and close your door again.
Your beauty never fades away.
Though no flowers are hang on your wall,
Nor planted around you.
You wave to everyone passing by.
You enhance more beauty to the land.
Shangshel khaling
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Church in the wilderness
PoetryAs i travel through this grasslands of Meghalaya, I saw a beautiful solitary church from afar. As i continue to watch over i could feel the loneliness of the church, i could feel how cherishing it would be if people attended this beautiful church.
