The Angel would never come again...
Suns rose and suns set.
Moons became tired of shine.
The boy waited all through the day
From early dawn to late dine.
Time and again, the storms came
With black clouds and piercing rain.
Roaring thunders and lightining streaks
Grooved through the heart with more pain.
News used to come in, the angel was seen.
With heart pounding and emotions keen.
The boy was a mere fool they say,
Who needessly stood right at the window bay.
With no one to believe in words of care,
He had accepted the life long pain to bear.
Rains were common every year,
In form of dews and a drop of tear.
Beating down on earth with dare
Rolling down the cheeks with fear.
Why would the angel never come again?
The people used to ask him all the time.
Confused thoughts boggled his mind,
Like an unlucky fate of a penny and dime.
He had many stories to tell.
And numerous fond memories to share.
Words of rememberances,
Words of love and words of care
And slowly and slowly the boy lost hope.
That the angel would ever come again.
He prayed all day and prayed all night,
With anxious heart and restless mind.
Where did it rain fiercer than here?
Where were the trees that lilted with fear?
Where was the conchshell heard once more?
Where did the thunders shake with roar?
And then suddenly one fine day,
A heavenly voice gonged its way.
It echoed all over like a hungry beast,
In the form of an clergy,a didactic priest.
"Oh little boy", the voice said,
"Take some time to search your heart
And search your soul,
The angel never left you poor little child.
He was always with you,
As the conscience in your soul.
So keep up the spirit to live your life
To keep your angel always alive."
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