The Angel made
with shades of love
Traversed a long night
In a maze of adventure
Riding along the roads of chaos
Pristine crescent guiding her way
Beautiful companion talking along
Moving slowly lanes of history
Carrying loads of memory
Flying high towards the gateway
The night still young
The journey long
Dressed colorful by the side of road
Some stood waiting and waving
Roaring waves empty lanes
Talking history some made of blood
Driving pillion exploring lanes
Taste buds filled with tales of street
Flying high, the journey ends
Angel walks to where she is destined
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem