this is like a tribute to all the kids,,,through one angel who helped me outta my rot....

THE LITTLE ANGEL

this little kid

sat by my side

held my hand

and spoke to my pride....

"what is it?"

those simple words brought me tears

i held her close and hugged her

she soothed my bruise and my fears.

she took my burnt palm in her hands

fanned it with her tender breath

she looked at me with those big eyes

her innocense and care shamed me to death..

"what is it?", she asked again,

all i could do was force a smile

for how could have i spoken my pain?

how could have i showed i was more infantile!?!

she put a caressing hand on my cheek

she unknowingly became my listener

of my silence, of my tears

and of all the things i couldn't have told her...

"mama says that you're brave

and its just that you don't know"

i wanted to share this weakness i had

but not with her, i just couldn't show!

i told her it was all fine

i thanked her for her help
i thanked her to show the little light of hope

which had been lost deep within myself!!

i sat awake for the complete night

going over and over the conversation we had

i wondered how the innocent little maturity of that girl

no longer left me gloomy and sad

so, here i write this poem for you
when you'll grow up, you'll understand

how indebted and greatful i am to you

for on that stormy night, you held my hand!!

you pulled me out of my dungeons

you helped to clear the cobwebs away

you gave me the strength i had lost...

THANKS MY ANGEL....

thank you for showing me the way!!!