Sleeping Angels

Man holds an angel in his power.

Ah! Deep in heaven with thunder stars.

When God seeks out these thunder tender things

Whom is the shadow where we sleep.

He sends us clothed about with wings,

And find them ragged babies that weep!

Take heed of this small child of earth;

He is great, he hath in him God most high.

Children before their fleshly birth

Are lights alive in the blue sky.

In our light bitter world of wrong

They come, God gives us awhile.

His speech is in their stammering tongue.

And hos forgiveness in their smile.

Their sweed light rest upon eyes.

Alas! Their right to joy is plain.

If they are hungry paradise

Weeps, and if cold, Heaven thrills with pain.

They want that saps their sinless flower.

By Fiza Saeed.

She is an Artist who has done her graduation in Journalism and Mass Communication from Jamia Milia Islamia and currently lives in Unnao, Uttar Pradesh.