Distressed and damaged, I laid in the abyss.
I prayed to Almighty and wept frequently.
Loss was common and so I lost my hope.
What do I perceive?
Howling of the wolves? !
Roaring of the tigers? !
My heart began to pump blood of concern.
A moment later, I observed something uncharacteristic;
A faint shadow approaching me;
In him, I saw the illumination of optimism.
He lend me his hand and whispered,
“I will guide you…”
I smiled and held his hand,
He picked me up and led me home.
Mamma couldn't detect him,
But I could yet not identify the figure;
Then I recalled something my grandma said:
“There are Angels among us,
Pray and he shall arise…”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem