Silent soul

One dark night

had a man curled up in a corner 

The darkness of poverty wrapping him up

not enough to cover his wounded legs

Muttering a prayer to make it through 

he tried to close his eyes

But the blowing winds wouldn't spare his soul

The fight of the wind and the soul went on

Shattered with his loss when it chose to become numb

An angel stopped by to succour the soul

Tip toed it came and drapped the soul 

Taking a breath, captured a smile , went the soul to rest by

Faded the smiling angel into the darkness of night

Raising my hope all the by

Author's Note

Trying to scribble !!

Reviews

[M P Ramesh]

JEENA,

All the lost souls have a lot to say and only those who remain in his/her place or land can substitute it. The issue of disappearance and light of the NIGHT are visible to lonely souls and may be to writers only. Hence the attempt you made is not a small one , but a beginning of a long struggle. Welcome friend to the CURSED Land of imaginary souls.


excellent attempt indeed....
carry on...........


mp

[Roshin]

Yes we are indeed in Cursed Land but still there is some faint hope to hold on to !!

Thanks a lot for taking time to appreciate !!