The white shining clothes
of an angel I saw.
It was roaming about
giving light smiling and flying,
coming closer and closer.
I jumped and danced,
wanted to touch the angel.
When I am about to reach
it disappears.
I saw the angel playing hide and seek.
It hides there.
I see the face only.
I run and go
to the angel.
Then it disappears.
I come back crying,
sit with hands on my cheeks
since I could not touch her.
Finally she came to me.
with great joy I gave her a flower.
I smiled, angel smiled.
Angel hugged, I hugged.
Fantastic imagination. Thrilling expression. An amusing poem nicely penned. Many thanks dear Sr.anisha, keep the ball rolling. ...10
Verily, thoughts and imagination play a great role in the intentions of man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, your thought is as beautiful as an angel. Lovely poem.