This angel once landed on Earth
She descended as if from the silvery moonlight
A god send messenger, she glowed and glistened
And was a beauty surpassing all the Cindrellas and Snow Whites
She came with a mission
God sent her to nurture a bud
A rose bud that refused to open up
Reticent yet resolute, she wanted to remain shut
‘I have no friends, well maybe, just a few.
I tell you, people might not like me,’ she told God
‘You wouldn’t badger me if my plight you understood.’
Indeed, her tears were what made the droplets of dew.
Along came the angel, as serene and wise as Dumbledore
She made the rosebud confident of its beauty
Instilling in it pride and poise
Explaining, she said, ‘Blooming is your duty,
For your splendour and renown is unparalleled
But all you need to do, is believe in yourself
That you can bloom and do a grand job of it,
There could be no one whose heart you wouldn’t melt.’
Such was the angel’s charm, and the unconditional love
She showered on the withdrawn bud, that
The bud, as if reborn with a new life
Bloomed like no other of her kind.
The angel despite having fulfilled her work
Never did leave the bud, now a flower
And shied it away from rain and storms
She was, for the bud, like sunshine
Boundless love and affection, she’d shower.
The bud could not express her love for the angel,
With whom she shared a supremely special bond
The fact was this, and nothing else, that
For her, the angel was at par with God!!