Angels

Often I’ve heard, From my elders, Of those beautiful creatures, Residing in the heavens.

We call them as angels, Who have magical powers, Are honest and kind, Beautiful and nice, And, the closet to Creator of all mankind.

Fables and stories tell, That they dress in Golden or silver robes, Have wings to fly, A coronet on the head, And a magical wand in hand.

They are with those, Who help themselves. And, are but, the reflection of Truth.

Never seen any, But, they say, You become one, After a rightful life.