The kid loved playing in the mud
A mud much darker than his skin.
He was comfortable being dirty and ugly
Because all his mates were so .
Deep inside him always dreamed in vain
of a cute little angel who will descent from the sky
with an alluring smile and tempting soul
The angel took his hand and slowly made him clean
They walked into the woods, climbed the hills
ran through the plains and swam in the rivers
they admired the orchids, pissed off cuckoos
drenched in sunlight and burned in rain
They tasted fragrances drank tears
danced in storm, fought for memories
hugged breathlessly and froze in moments
And kid asked the angel, ‘where are your wings?’
The angel told him ‘I forget to mention;
I was never an Angel, but I didn’t want to hurt you with the truth!’
Originally Published in the Magazine 'Inside Brilliance' and featured in the 'Havik Publication and Award Ceremony' organized by the prestegious 'Las Positas College' California. Thank you so much Editor-in-Chief Lara Abreu for rendering the Poem.