Thursday, September 4, 2014

~ That Special Book for The Angel ~



I wish I could be that special book
in which I could place my thoughts
like the scented rose close forever
never to wither or be dry but 
All I am able to do is cry-

I wish I were that special book

I feel my unseen angel reads, unheard… 
we speak  and laugh and share
the  pain and how to make it less
and  again, with a calm serene smile-
I find  no one close for miles

I wish I were that special book

 I find a peace I never felt for quite
a while-I wish I could be the book
and place for the angel rose and 
each day say  a prayer and  return 
the unseen  smile 
I find I am but on a screen, just a page...


I seek  the  angel on the page and
Up in the sky, my faith tells me
I see a light 
I need not cry
I pray…but  tears fall on the book 
Can the unseen ever be in sight?


6 comments:

Jae Rose said...

What a wonderful wish...a world to escape to..hope..magic...faith...it is open to interpretation but universal in a way...very thoughtful

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

Thank you Jae Rose

Susan said...

Anjum--A fine poem. Is there some reason you read few of the other poets at Poets United? or, if you read them, why not leave comments?

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

Thank you Susan -No reason- I will try

Sumana Roy said...

the longing is felt in the words...nice lines ....

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

Thank you Sumana

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