When I was about ten
He then comes to my life
Like an angel
I used to watch him
With great surprise
He used to ride a cycle
In such a way
It seems an angel
Wandering the garden
To spread beauty
From whom I have learned
What is really meant
By hard working
He leads a life
Which is not so much plain
In every weather
Whether it is good or bad
Or if there is rain or hot
He used to do his job
In a frequent manner
sometimes I felt sorry for him
and sometimes I can't think properly
How could it possible
On his part
To bear so much hardship
For me
He is like
A man of virtue
Being liked by those people
Who loved to follow
The path of honesty and truth
So I want to tell you
That he is my angel
Whom I can feel in
everywhere
Do you know
Who that angel was
He used to carry papers
With his broken Cycle
And deliver it
To different places
From the very morning
When the darkness is
Removed
From the sky
He is an ordinary man
Whom we used to call
As paper hawker
Today it has passed
Almost ten years
But still
It seems a magical attraction
I feel that angel
Galloping in my mind.........
