The angels of heaven dance for his songs;
beautiful angels, they speak english, italian, polish and german
As he just sits at heaven and sings out his heart
Girls getting in que to have a chat with him
They shower him with their appreciating comments
but he; have only a shiver after all.
Because, his cloud nine is not among clouds
he misses his fellow sparrows’ casual comments
he misses the ones once inspired for him to sing
his lonely throught doesn’t gives wings to his sounds
as deep in his heart he is aware; she is not listening
he misses.
our ancients kept our home turf,
our followers will hold it,
we don’t even own a grass leaf of it
yet our heart bleed when away from it.
so as no one is born for anyone,
we don’t deserve any one,
yet missing someone is bleeding of heart
he misses his first listeners ears,
and he bleed too….
Tags: heaven, love, missing, philosophy, poems