My best indian friend: Abhi

.Abhishake is his name ... I named him my poo like he named me. He likes to write poems so I created this space for him.. here he can write his feelings ..Welcome here to all who like poems

Find an angel

Now angels are meeting na

they meet me but hide like fog
they meet me, talk with me
listen me and I hear them
but no more long night
when first sunrise comes on earth
they go... hide from me
now angels are meeting na

they meet me but hide like fog
but now I´m sure i got a cute angel
because she did not hide from me anymore na
why did not she hide more?
because she fall in love with Abhi
she thinks for Abhi
she lives for Abhi
now angels are meeting na ... they meet me
but hide like fog

Tears on my finger

One angel sits alone on bed, she wears baby doll, looks cute and sweet but her hair is terrible
and there are tears on her eyes
her chin is wet
and drops of tears are falling down on her face
I take drop of tear in my finger tip
and show the angel: please see your tear, it is so sweet, why you waste it ?
it is costly for me

and all my fingers have tears on tip, angel please stop it
then she say no i m not
then i hug her and say please see on my eyes
and take her in my arms
and walk in garden
there all flowers are aslo crying
then angel say me why all flowers are crying?
then angel see on tree there many birds are crying
and angel again asked why they all sad
then i say because sweet angel is crying na

Abhi