The angel over there
smiles at me with care
calls me to her
bids me sit beside her
benign and graceful she is
appealing and gracious she is
strikes my head with love
pats me with more love
takes my hand gently
leads me to the front presently
puts me on the dias
shows no bias
I start my speech
remembering her teach
the words I do not search
they come out in stretch
eloquent and fluent as could be
that is a wonder to me
I address
the gathering
alight from the stage with no staggering
it is all the efforts of my angel
she being none but my mind in the angle.
Meenas Poems 