The Burnt Wings Of The Angels Poem by Akhtar Jawad
The Burnt Wings Of The Angels
When Angels burned their wings,
I showered love on it,
the half burnt wings were with me,
I was repairing it,
but I failed.
An eve came from somewhere,
she hugged and kissed me,
I was astonished to see
the wings have not only been repaired,
but affixed on my right shoulder,
and the other on her left shoulder,
now with the spare hand in her hand,
we pass our days on the earth,
but during the nights we fly in the skies.
Believe me,
I am not in habit of telling the lies.
An amazing imaginative write. Angels are often depicted as benevolent celestial beings who act as intermediaries between God and man. They protect and guide human beings Well crafted write.10++++?
O POET really you are great in your writings- wow O love I am burning from my birth there is nothing to burn me I am of Your burned coal ............ great
Wings affixed on right shoulder enabled you to fly alone...interesting poem
This is an absolutely beautiful poem Mr Jawad. I love how you unified the human with the divine. Thanks for sharing.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 9:55:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Keep on flying JA SIR And let me follow also to reach the sky in your shadow