crayons smeared in red
Running around the house
Bare feet, the angel has arrived
Sitting in the lap
Then falling off asleep
Angel gets a little older
Dad is an army man
He loves too much
But say, he can’t
Tucked in the quilt of principles
The angel sleeps each night
Dad goes to war
Angels leans by the fence
Sees her father
Leaving that night
The rabbits in the garden play with her
The sparrows in the sky sing for her
But oh my gloomy child, why won’t you smile
Then one day
On the winds of despair
Angel knew it all
Her crayons smeared in red
Bare feet, the angel has arrived
Sitting in the lap
Then falling off asleep
Angel gets a little older
Dad is an army man
He loves too much
But say, he can’t
Tucked in the quilt of principles
The angel sleeps each night
Dad goes to war
Angels leans by the fence
Sees her father
Leaving that night
The rabbits in the garden play with her
The sparrows in the sky sing for her
But oh my gloomy child, why won’t you smile
Then one day
On the winds of despair
Angel knew it all
Her crayons smeared in red
posted by 1310 | 9:08 PM
2 Comments:
Wow........this is beautiful man..........I liked it.
Asfia
mr. khushwant sharma who ever you are.... am falling in love with the man you are... your blogs i understand ...with your bad there's a lotta good...
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