S - 6
(11th Standard)
Modern School.
Barakhamba Road
New Delhi (India)
POETRY BY KRITIKA BHANDARI
The Angel (I)

I’m am an angel lost in the woods
He got me here as fast as he could

He smelled of chloroform
He caught me
And got me amidst this storm

I screamed as hard as I could
Everyone thought I had gone away for good…

No one came to rescue
No one cared
For they thought against his wish I could not be spared

Lonely , naked , hungry my plight..
For my very eyes this was a terrible sight
I wept and wept days and night

Did I deserve to be butchered thrice???
To be left to the mice??

Wasn’t I like any other child ?

This world could have been a bit more kind..
Is this what my society had in store for me?
Blind to girls even when they could see?

Isn’t it our right to be saved?
Or is it destined to be molested in the caves?Anonymous

How do I describe you my friend?
You surely follow the new trends

But why do I feel you’re different
Not that I bear any resentment

No, not at all not in the least
Because I know your heart is not that of a beast

You still have that innocence
Although you’ve spoilt a lot in your adolescence

Why do I feel I can get that gold?
Which is hiding in you trying to be bold

Hurt me not once, but several times over
But still I don’t feel you are betrayer

Why I am always in dilemma
Like this you’ve drained my stamina

Not that I hate you, but I pity you
Want to open your brains which you’ve have sued

Why is it that I feel that in your laughter?
There is this deep down sadness
No, you’re not exactly careless
But you try to act bother less

Not that you don’t have sentiments
But you are always running away from commitments

Why do you do this, I fail to understand
Maybe someday I’ll get to know you better and take a firm stand