'L'Ange Aux Poupons' (Ce Qui Ne Passe Pas Dans Ce Qui Passe...) Poem by Utsav Patel

An angel...
Of children...
Of tulips...
She has no wings..! !
Still she can fly with pride...
Beneath in innocence..
She breaths...
Sometimes breaths in the smoke as well..! !
Millions of barriers in her life...
But she never seems jaded..
Always found her suave tone...
Dancing legs...
Running legs..
Behind her dreams...
Never get exhausted..
A glimpse...
Blushing chicks..
among kids...
Teaching dance to offspring..
Intimation of innocents...
Aaaahhh..! !
Its all so beautiful..
Her expectations from the world...
And got to abandon...
Sinus in her head...
But she raise against all odds...
When she get a rose...
She blossoms...
Like sunflower...
Sometimes she makes me realise the existence of the God...! !