My desperate heart wants to sing a song.
My proud heart wants to praise - singing glory.
My innocent heart wants to chant - to appreciate.
My grateful heart wants to salute - to honor.
I admire the gardener who
nurtured me.
Who supported me - a weak
creeper.
Who succored me to live with
deadly thorns.
Who fetched sunlight to enlighten
me.
A soul - who was made fun of, often,
Still thought of only one thing – ‘support’.
Taught me how to meditate and relax,
And advised me to follow ignorance.
A magical dust - who surrounded
me,
Inspired me to be smiling always.
Helped to dream and achieve
success,
And realize – failure is a proof
of courage.
An angel - being far, resides in my heart.
Cried for my wounds, while making me strong.
Made me discover more angels, to be happy.
And never wanted to say goodbye forever...