I fail to put her in my poems <br />as she cannot be confined in any. <br />surely, not in adjectives of my description. <br />she is all beyond and above <br />It is an unseen angel I love <br /> <br />I don't write romantic phrases <br />I only write to her my praises <br />and she in turn, writes back <br />and this is the way we love in stages. <br /> <br />I've questions, innumerable with me now. <br />Does her face challenge the charm of moon <br />or appearance, soft shade in sultry noon? <br />Do her lips utter less <br />or she speaks from her eyes? <br />She lingers on my mind like a tune <br />I wonder what her voice would be like? <br /> <br />Is her smile, a blossom in spring <br />or the horizon of a cold evening <br />but one thing I know for sure <br />an unseen smile to me means everything. <br /> <br />People I see, betray me everyday <br />so its better to love an unseen. <br />she is from beyond and above <br />she is an unseen angel I love.<br /><br />Saket Mishra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unseen-angel-2/
