A mother wearing dark <br />Black cloth <br />Waiting, weeping and searching <br />For her child <br />Gathering rose petals from <br />Divested ground <br />I saw an angel who spread <br />All around <br /> <br />Pity and sorrow written allover <br />Their face <br />Limbed, paralyzed and destroyed <br />Forfeit by human race <br />But still they smile with <br />Playful eyes <br />I saw an angel who <br />Forgot to fly <br /> <br />Sitting on the ground with <br />Worn out cloths <br />Playing with toys thou made <br />Of shells and stones <br />Sitting in a car of <br />Imaginary ride <br />I saw an angel playing <br />Seek and hide <br /> <br /> Hunger and poverty <br />As fate destined <br />Desperate need for just <br />Single bite <br />Standing by the window of <br />Shimmering lights <br />I saw an angel who <br />Ran of fright <br /> <br />The greed for more power <br />And black gold <br />Knowing its not rite <br />But they hide in their pride <br />They are human but no <br />Humanity left inside <br />I saw an angel who falls <br />Every moment and <br />Weep with painful cry<br /><br />Asif Baloch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-saw-an-angel-3/
