My Angel 1 Poem by HB Rita

I see her everyday
Walk on the lonely path
She laughs at the face of softness and wave hands
Sometimes touch the chest firmly
I understand; There is definitely pain somewhere
Her eyes are amazingly beautiful
Mysteriously wrapped with mystery
Feels like, this is a gamble house of the century
And a figure in the eye
Pulls the dark screen with Two-dimensional dilemma.

She sat down alone
Under a tree in dark night
In silent conversation, life continues
If the wind touches her lips without permission;
She absorbs the gulp of air holding breath.

I see her everyday
She dug herself in to the soil while flying
Walks forward holding everything on her own
Gets flooded with tears after awhile
Now, she Waves on the side of the street shouting;
She walks again,
It's a new way of walking; with daily practices!