FALLEN WINGS OF GOD

Flying high through the clouds
I met the angel,
Covered with fragrance of love and solitude.
She asked me my destiny,
For I seemed to be lost with her beauty and oneness.
Destiny, as I know, seized to exist.

Darkness surrounds and pain cries out.
Still a few drops of love surrounds my heart
and the angel knew it,
She is the last solace of my troubled heart.

I just had a few good words from her,
So to console my troubled path.
But the journey
continues, with, pain and uncertainty.
For I am the fallen wings of God.
None care for me, to pick me up and love the pain in my heart.
For I am the fallen wings of God.

By Soumen Bhowmick
©Soumen Bhowmick