IT’S “HE”
Hey , it’s me,
tapping my head,
He said in a subdued voice,
He heard my cry in noise,
While I laid,
closed my eyes on the bed.
Seeing his quiet smile,
my face went bright.
Beaming in light,
Even at night.
Mischief on face,
Yet solace.
Dark blue complexion,
Yet charming expression.
He said” Did you call”
I said , not at all.
I just prayed to God,
to push things right,
a bit on my side.
And again was in tears,
For no reason I cried.
Its empty inside.
“He” held my fingers,
made me realise ,
bad could be worse,
Put best in the verse.
He showed me the misery,
His magic is a mystery.
With his Godly vision,
Lent me his eye for a reason.
He assured to be there,
When need in fear.
Spread his light hands ,
On my head and eyes.
I felt nice.
Very nice.
Then said ‘good night’,
Was out of sight.