WHO IS SHE??
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My angel!!!
It was a misty morn
I was walking with my shoes
On a hilly road, drizzling
Hugging my overcoat tight.
Suddenly a bell rang
I turned to my right
To know the source
Of the ringing bell at that morn.
It was a bicycle’s bell
I just smiled, but
Something made me to wonder
To see an angel riding it.
Ya, she was an angel
May be to my eyes
But was an ordinary girl
To this funny world.
I saw a thousand stars in her smile
A million roses in her innocence
Something more in her beauty
I realised that I was lost.
She had flowers in her basket
Was she a florist??
Asked my mind and heart
They never cared to guess.
She can’t be a florist
Guessed my eyes, because
The flowers were not that beautiful when,
Compared with the garland that was carrying them.
I tried to get to her, having a wish
To get well known to her and know her well
But she was quicker than me, got away
Like the northern breeze that blew fast.
I searched her for a fortnight,
All the way, around the hill
But no one knew who she was
At last I realised that she was lost.
Since that day, till this moment
I have a wish, to see her in my life
Smiling all her life, happy than ever
Even if she wasn’t mine!!!
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