Once in my dream
I met someone;
Pure as water
Beautiful as diamond,
The Angel of my dream
Was quite different from others.
She looked like a statue
Carved out of marbles,
With voice as sweet as a nightangle,
Her eyes were like the blue sea
With a spark of being free.
Whole day long I waited
For the night to come
To see my little angel
In the dream that comes.

© Niharika Ojha