Angels Without Wings Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

After riding the waves, she sat and reflected…
For each person that knocked her down
There were two to lift her up.
For each wound she had received,
There was someone to apply the balm.

How strange is this world, dotted with
Sharp edges, barbed fences, rocky roads!
And yet, there is so much gentleness;
Soft looks full of care and concern,
Healing words, healing touches of angels!

So much depends on the gentle souls
Of men, birds and animals!
On their soft shoulders rests
The weight of the universe,
And the dreams it dreams…