Special Feature: THE CHERISHED BEGINNING
Vol. 2, Issue 1
By VITTALDAS PRABHU
An Angel was born yet again,
One that had left, Had reigned pain,
To lift the burden of unforgivingness,
Had this beautiful Angel come to bless.
Her dear ones held her high,
Life had thrived that was once wry,
A new meaning had souls found,
Happiness and Joy in Hearts abound.
A heart so sweet that gave them strength,
They found it all and wanted no wealth,
They offered their breaths to life’s extent,
So the Angel could find nothing to vent.
Almighty’s bundle of Joy was this Angel,
Impossible for him to part with such a treasure,
Enough of waving the Happy Wand, He said,
Singing a lullaby to His Angel, “Get to bed”.
Day had cried, the Clouds had shed,
Weary eyes had turned watery red,
No way will the lives find a new light,
The Sun has decided to never shine bright.