An Angel

AN ANGEL:

When we were children,
We all dreamed to grow up and be something
Some wanted to fly or build
Others wanted to cure or invent

Personally, I wanted to fly
I aimed the sky to reach & touch
Thinking that I belonged up high
Since, on earth I have been lost

But not by a plane I wished to escape,
With my wings that I wish I had
Being a pilot was not my dream,
An angel to be was mine..

A beautiful image was drawn,
In my mind by my beloved mom
"cute & adorable angelic babies,
all lived where my dream was"

Wishing to be one of them,
As to hide up there unreachable
Whenever a human comes near
For they are creatures I should terribly fear

Praying god till now to transform me,
To give me these cute wings I longed for,
Wearing a lovely white dress my outfit towards liberty,
Only an angel to be will set me free..

*I thought god had many angelic babies up there, giving them to women who wanted to have children.. god!! why do I have to grow up:(..yeah all human i should fear except u coz ur an angel my dear;) *