Friday, May 18, 2012

Unlucky angel

To the stars of the world, I beg,
To the cracked up moon, I plead,
"Stay longer, Stay for an hour or more;
Don't yield too soon the light of Dawn.
Lying on this torn mat, cruelly serene,
With a baby face blistered by the sun,
Is a fated angel who picked rags all day;
He may look shabby with unbrushed hair
But when he smiles, oh, when he smiles,
He spreads beauty to the miles around.
His dreams might never come true
His childhood could be blighted forever
But, Please let his fancy dreams continue
Don't yield too soon the light of Dawn."

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