The Angel

Like a primrose, she came

The angel of my dream.

Lapped by peace

And twinkling eyes.

Bathed with smiles of glee

Love’s true instinct, had she.

As fair as stars

Was her glance.

With touch of her hand

My wisdom outpoured.

As a silent song, she inherit

My body and spirit.

For wishes to claim

I awaited her, to call my name.

To bless with flowing wealth

Or to crown with health.

Shower with peace and ease

And everlasting grace.

And while I understand and feel

She vanished with a twirl.

Searched for her, but in vain

I wish she comes again.

Down to earth-to bless

Mankind with bliss!!