Alas!

Oh, what a day it was
I was flowing with the wind
Standing by the creek
Saw an angel with a broken wing

I stuttered to a halt
And hid behind a rock
As if compelled by
Some mystical force

It was a vision extraordinaire
Though there was gloom on her face
As if her crying eyes were asking
“Will I ever be healed, is someone here?”

Something inside me wanted to help
Though I was not sure
“From the whirlpool of pains
Would I be able to bring her ashore?”

I walked up to the creek
And asked who she was
With frightened eyes she looked at me
Into the tree she vanished, alas!

- Rahul & Praveer.

P.S One of my few first attempts at writing poetry

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