I had a dream I was on my knees,
On the top of a hill,
Looking at the vast clear blue sky,
And everything around appeared so still.
The wind was blowing like never before,
And the leaves were saying goodbye to the trees,
No one was with in this scenario,
Only my mind carrying a few memories.
I tried to cry to relieve my grief,
But there was no one around to comfort,
Although it was burning inside,
I couldn't describe how intense was the hurt.
There were shouts from my mouth,
But my lips were deprived of all the words,
The wind was racing my voice away,
So my own screams couldn't be heard.
Raising my fists I asked heaven,
"Please show some mercy on me.",
But there was nothing that I could hear in return,
And silence was the only reply to my plea.
Moments later I heard a faint melody,
It was the choir of Angels singing from above,
And then the great God gave his words from heaven,
"This world is reaping hatred, because it isn't sowing love."
When the angels concluded their final carol,
A shower of rain sparkled but without any cloud in the sky,
I was confused, how can this happen?
And then God whispered, "This is how an Angel cries."
- Heet Desai
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