Thy little hands and twinkling eyes <br />Narrating a story of the whimsical hope <br />Which emerged through the black sky <br />In the sheer dark of fear and despair <br /> <br />Thou art so young my friend <br />But the words thy tongue doth speak <br />Mesmerize me like I had an ancient wine <br />Served by none other than the great Socrates <br /> <br />Thou art frail and tender <br />Yet I’ve seen thy valor <br />Terrorizing the mighty and cruel <br />Making them to genuflect <br />Whenever they catch a glimpse of thee <br /> <br />Thou art the savior of my tormented self <br />Thou art the healer of my aching heart <br />Thou art the hope of my fearful mind <br />Thou art my real friend <br />In the good or worse <br />Whatever life would bring for us <br />Thou would be there <br /> <br />My friend <br />I could never return thee <br />The myriad love <br />Like thou have showered <br />Upon my heart, body and soul <br />Yet I just have to whisper to the wind <br />Blowing from my land to thy unknown abode afar <br />I was touched by an angel called Love yesteryears <br />And I am living with this unfulfilling wish since <br />Would I ever be touched again? <br /> <br /> <br />Aug 03,2009<br /><br />Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-called-love/
