Home Coming Poem by Anil Mallick

We are children of God, Glorious saints and innocent angels.
Everyone called to a homecoming,
To be one, with the other.

Oh blessed anointed, sing praises,
Alas! to fake oath, ruined others.
Be firm, lead dark souls to hope of glory,
Destiny is at hand but yet to come.

O Holy and liberator of people,
Hidden voice is heard to and fro,
Where are your ascetic hearts and wandering dreams?
Be alert, faceless days and wakeful nights at hand.

O mediator where is identity, Anonymity of time and space questioned.
Cultured priests with glistering garments
What use, souls in its end time?

Come let's be one with God,
Who is omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresence.