Still asleep in beautiful repose
A knock I heard on my door
Guess the intruder was to the door very close
Cos at my inquiry, his voice, though pale became as bold as ore
I, opening my door looked at the little God-created creature
As he stood helplessly like a log of wood
Please sire, he asked in a well-mannered nature
Can you, if you don't mind offer me some food?
God! , he was clad in a garment, so poor
And he looked as cold as snow
How could I now deny him of what he asked for?
Though yonder he came from, I don't know
Please, the little stranger asked again
I know you know not me
But please, help quench this hunger, this pang of pain
And I ever shall be grateful to thee
As I lay before him a luscious dinner
He looked at the delicacies turn by turn
A smile creased over his cheek like that of a winner
And before long, he devoured it all one by one
Suddenly, the little boy in transfiguration turned white
Thank you for helping an angel, says he to me
And in a deep bow, he ascended with the speed of light.
As I stood awe-struck, I beheld what I had seen
Wow, I had helped a heavenly being!
What a favoured creature I am, I said happily.
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