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THE ANGEL CHILDREN I
saw them at the fair by the ferris wheel Pink
cotton candy they held in one hand The
other hand they clasped unknowingly Safe
in the assurance of togetherness I
saw him shoot the bulls eye thrice I
saw her win the memory game She
took for him almond rochas chocolates Whilst
he for her won a bottle of orange juice They
entered the chamber of horrors Held
each other with muted comfort They
too in the tunnel of love went Content
in just being not alone I
heard their laughter and I heard them sing I
heard them call each other best friends I
heard her say that she would never leave I
heard him say that he’d protect her The
innocence in their eyes touched me Their
nameless relationship wooed me Their
genuine smiles made me hide a tear Their
silence too was an unspoken prayer I
had know them once from afar When
they were adults in the real world I
had seen them as lovers too Their
bodies in heavenly ballet I
even read their letters I
saw too the gifts exchanged This
was no transaction I
call it a gift of the souls But
that was then and today might a different day be They
might have grown from adults to children Yet
the soul that breathed then Is
the same that breathes again To
part as two grains in the vastness of the desert To
tear apart the stars from the skies But
to meet again as only the gods would And remain in the innocence of children. ~Vikram
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