Hands Of An Angel Poem by Akshat Bhatnagar Bhatnagar

I was stuck in depths of despair,
When she held my hand
And pulled me out,
To the brightest of Days.

In my every fear,
Got my back
And pushed my life,
On the right track.

Made me fly,
After my greatest of fall
But, left my hand,
As I reached the top.

Now I don't feel those fingers,
Curling around my palm.
But I still fly high with a broken heart.

i don't look down to the ground,
And can match my eyes, with people around.
She was an angel,
To make me stand again,
And I can't let her down.