You were standing on the orphaned bank of the misty waters.
Pure, serene, innocent.
Not a sound from the wilderness.
Your face was lit yet your eyes, silent.
The moon was unconcealed that night.
But no heed did she recive.
For you were the one emanating the awe.
To my sheer disbelief.
The sky was curtained with grim clouds.
And so the heavens could not see.
The picturesques sight of delight.
And the helplessness in me.
I wanted to get closer.
But feared this to be a dream.
I wished to have you close to me.
To know how it may seem.
Ten years since then, that very day.
But unchanged remains that feel.
And everyday I see you to believe.
That angels are for real.
-Karan Ghosh
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