Eternal Home Poem by Abubakar Aliyu

A precious gift to a believing soul,
A garden beneath which river flow,
A river whose banks were dome,
Of hollow pearl, its mud is musk,
A water which is whiter than milk,
Sweeter than honey,
Built from bricks made of gold,
With a perfect plan from the perfect one,
The soil is pure fine white powder of musk,
Praise be to him who makes it perfect,
Whoever enters is blessed with peace,
Blessed with joy
Eternal it is for the time is slaughtered,
No sun,
No moon,
No day,
No night.
Only a peaceful light shining from the,
Direction of the throne.
Praise be to him who makes it perfect,
The dwellers of it remain there in,
Forever and Ever
With a youth that will never fade away
In it are trees that are rich and lush foliage,
With spreading branches
With trunks made of gold
In there are seas;
Sea of wine
Sea of milk and
Sea of honey
Praise be to him who makes it perfect
In it are many blessings, that no eye has ever seen or an ear that has ever heard or a heart that can comprehend
Praise be to him who makes it perfect.