My Sister Was An Angel By Protima Banerjee

My Sister Was An Angel

I had an elder sister all careless and free,
she flew into the clouds and lost touch with me.

I kept on asking why she leave, my pursuit for an answer.

While nobody said anything, daddy whispered it was cancer…

Mom kept on sniveling for hours and days and years,

but when I heard her wail at night I knew they weren’t happy tears
Her tears were cold and wet, still she tried to put up a brave face,

Her eccentric smile had left me without a trace.

I think she missed my sister! And I miss her too

But not greatly as mom because the days we spent were few.

My sister was an angel, a very special present,

that God had sent.
I saw how she left,

It wasn’t a pleasant sight, my heart cleft.

Her wings lost feathers, she had turned pale

I saw life drifting apart, death was set to sail.
To see one so sad, so afraid, so alone,
had made me weep while the cold winds had blown.

Her pain was felt throughout the land,
to feel true misery is impossible to stand.
I prayed so that when her hurting stops,
I no longer could bear the angel's teardrops