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The Guardian Angel

A kind anchor.

 While treading down the lane,

In a forbidden plane,

Tracked  the   terrible sights

In  blazing lights, 

 That left an indelible scar.



The chaos was aghast,

With din and  blast,

The blood and   bodies dead,

Were  strewn  ahead,

Remnant of a massacre wicked.



The fright was choking,

As the tears came pouring,

The pain was intolerable,

As the heart sunk in  trouble,

Reflecting on the despair.



Unable to find a coherence,

Unfit to trace a sequence,

The mind wonders in a desolation,

Suppressing  the isolation,

A recollection of the indifference.



The  Guardian angel  enters

 Blesses the unpleasant  tenders,

Uttering  words of  grace

Preaching   a definite  grace,

Resonant of a  “Great Mass”


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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