I saw an angel
Walking through the lanes of hell,
I saw the Angel,
Coming back to her home.
She saw many corrupted souls,
She saw other baby angels there,
The baby angels were her only support,
She did well manage her breakdown
all those days,
She never wanted to experience
all that pain.
From being resistant
To pain and change,
To helplessly accepting the fate,
She now demand a gift,
From the destiny,
Is it too much to ask for a pure soul?
All the learnings will be
engraved in her soul,
But a destined gift
Can do justice to her soul.
– Suchitra Prasad
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PoetryIt's a collection of poems and my first book on Wattpad. I'm going to bring out my feelings through this book. Hope, every word will touch my all lovely readers. It consists 'The Earphone', 'Her Smile', 'Teenage' and 'New Year' and of course I'll co...
