I am an angel, reason
Of my existence is to serve,
My angelic heart pumps kindness,
Through me,
My each and every nerve.
I was my master's favourite,
For all the good deeds I've done,
Put real smiles over smiley stickers
And made the stationary, depressed,
To run for fun.
Celebrity I was, until the day,
I knew even angels' lives could
Take an elbow turn.
Even my heavenly abode, is imperfect
Is what I've learned.
I was a fire fighter,
With zero fire,
Hundred fight,
Flames of desire, greed,
Made red my wings light.
I was famous, now infamous
For the one winged angel I was,
My one wing and reason and cause
To live was my greatest loss.
But years upon years in the human realm,
Made me realise, I wasn't alone,
Men and women denied respect,
Kings denied deserving thrones.
People that saw past the masks,
Could see infinity,
Unlike our views confined,
Are alienated from honour in the society, classified as undesirable blinds.
People who talk the silent truth,
In the calmest tone
And sweetest language,
Get in return that stupidity
Is measured in dumb-ness guage.
People who hear beats of the heart
Through the spoken lies,
Fearless, in the world where everything is fearing,
Are screamed on,
Called deaf and hard of hearing.
I now say I am the one winged angel,
Who achieves the greatest heights,
An accepting world would be perfect,
Where all of us can live with delight.
~Ajay
April 2017
