A little boy came to me and saw my hand,
He rubbed his finger on my scar behind my wristband.
Suddenly he questioned ‘angel is that you‘?
I asked ‘what’ without any clue.
Boy tried to explain,
The thing marked in his brain.
‘My mom once told me about the scars on wrist,
They belong to the people living life with twist,
They don’t like to live on earth,
They are angels by birth,
The world destroys them and repels,
That’s why angel only harm themselves‘
I replied with my filled eyes
‘You knw your mom is very wise‘
I know she was but dad said she had a syndrome.
She was an angel too that’s why she returned home.