The Angels Of God Poem by Nishant Rawlley

The Angels Of God



Ah i saw them today,
Out of a dark mournful night,
The night that was,
A night of grudges,
A night of fears,
A night echoing 'Enough of this life',
And here i stood,
Facing some thirty of you,
Been asked to mind you,
So i give you a glance,
And the miracle sets off,
The very first look, sends in me a breeze of life,
Vivacious faces spilling with enthusiasm,
Brimming with joie-de-vivre,
Laughing and kidding, you little ones....

All of you equally cheerful,
Your smiles coming from the heart, and touching the heart,
Heights no more than my knee length,
Such that i bend down on my knees to catch your twitters!
You share with me,
Your dolls, your favorite assets,
And for some of you your new dresses,
You keep telling me your birthdays,
The most special things about your life,
And i can't help but pull your cheeks,
I can't help but smile,
Oh! ! You made me smile,
For as long as i was with you,
The miracle is in full motion, I'm back in my childhood,
Really....,
Kidding, laughing, sticking out tongues,
Talking about every silly thing in the world,
And we go on and on and on...
And then i ask you to count aloud upto fifty,
And you begin your recitation,
Your recitation has a music of purity,
Needless to say, i join you...

How much i wish, i could be you again,

And then its about time, i leave,
So i just casually ask your age,
Some of you proudly announce your ages,
Threes, fours and some fives,
Hmmm so fourteen years of age difference,
I think, and then i think something else,
Fourteen years down the timeline,
When you will be my age,
Would this mean life trap you into its rattraps as well?
Will you also get polluted with hatred, jealousies?
Will you also get corrupted in the filthy politics of life?
The thought makes me shudder with fear,
Please god! not them,
And i catch my last glance of yours,
Your faces still sweet and innocent,
Unaware of what life holds for you,
It turns me emotional...

I wonder, how on earth could there be people,
So simple, so tranquil at hearts,
Enjoying life the way He meant it to be,
Sans hatred, Sans animosities,
Happiness, the way of life,
Far richer than men ten times their age...

You little ones, are the angels of god,
May your innocense be preserved till eternity,
Take care little ducklings...

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