Deepak.C.Poola:
46. Ship called Life
11. Voices
My favorite poem:
SHE An angel came wading through light, With her moonlit face she drew my sight. Her radiating smile touched the deepest of my hearts This is true, that I will not forget her until I depart. She was a song into being as she came nearer to me, Her presence paused the beating of hearts of mine. The rolling pearls from her mouth made me a stone, The unique ballad of her glamour was a song of her own. The forgiving divine eyes of her was a poem by itself Her sculptured face was divine glory to herself. Her electrifying presence near me had its own fragrance, I need to say that her memory itself is a glorifying remembrance. I jealous upon the wind which touched her silky hair, I lay dead to see the beauty of an angel so very rare. The next thing that I saw was the first rays of the sun… I thank god… who showed me an angel in this life on run.
SHE An angel came wading through light, With her moonlit face she drew my sight.
Her radiating smile touched the deepest of my hearts This is true, that I will not forget her until I depart.
She was a song into being as she came nearer to me, Her presence paused the beating of hearts of mine.
The rolling pearls from her mouth made me a stone, The unique ballad of her glamour was a song of her own.
The forgiving divine eyes of her was a poem by itself Her sculptured face was divine glory to herself.
Her electrifying presence near me had its own fragrance, I need to say that her memory itself is a glorifying remembrance.
I jealous upon the wind which touched her silky hair, I lay dead to see the beauty of an angel so very rare.
The next thing that I saw was the first rays of the sun… I thank god… who showed me an angel in this life on run.
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