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.
Tag: Angel
The Angel’s Check
Give me
a hand
said the angel with a wand
not trusting the angel fully
he extended his hand partially
the angel seeing his distrust
came forth with a test
that being a check for his belief
one that could grant him a relief
she asked him to lift her high
he thinking it to be an easy try
made an attempt to bring her i
it became difficult as she was heavier
though she appeared slender and elegant
her weight was unexpectedly defiant
letting his attempts go in futile
he gave up the struggle
with that the angel gracefully rose
flying into the clear blue skies with a force.
The Guardian Angel
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”

