My Panacea Poem by Chris Prabu

There is a gorgeous angel
I often refuge in her memories
Whenever my mind Frazzles
Perturbs or encircles in gloomy thoughts.
When I loose all of my hopes
And stand alone in darkness
I solely seek her help
Because she is my panacea.

When I close my eyes
The gates of the heaven open.
She comes there with tender heart
And loads of love with in.
She simply peers though my eyes
And doesn't need the help of words.
She knows the art of healing
My wounded, abandened, miserable heart.

She gently takes my hands into her
And wipes my tears.
Consoles my painful heart
Like a lullaby sing for a weeping child.
Every single words from her
Is absolutely magical and divine.
My aching heart turns cheerful
When I immerse in her memories.