Full Poem

ANGELIC MAGIC

 

Luck awaits me

if I could buy it from

her miracles stores

 

she gives me three dates

for her call to reach

the higher cosmic forces

 

she dreams me stand

in the middle of a

tree-lined park

 

against saffron flowers

flashes of light focus

on my serene face

 

the shower of gold tempts

a being of light descends

I’m offered a new life

 

divine abundance

defeat of enemies

and stream of love

 

if I could pay

for her rituals of

angelic magic


--R.K.Singh