TO MY ANGEL

TO MY ANGEL

Angels,
God tells me, are in short supply.

They are engaged all the time,
in bringing happiness,
even if just for a few moments,
to someone, whose only reason to be happy,
is the existence of such Angel.

They suffer in silence.
They share the sufferings
of someone else As well.
They shower bountiful love,
on some lucky person,
irrespective of whether
they get anything in return or not.

They smile,
and bring smiles on someone's face,
They also touch his moments
and like Midas' touch,
turn these moments
into moments of Gold,
which he would treasure
for rest of his life.

God also tells me,
in the same breath,
that as far as I am concerned,
there is no such short supply
of such an Angel
because she is
virtually a part of me.

I CONFESS HE IS ABSOLUTELY RIGHT .....!!

~Mukul~

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