Angel Dust
Lonely and dull was the path
Seeing the way, none could laugh
Disease hung in the air
Life seemed to go nowhere
Of what use would be living
If maimed, none would dare to be boasting
Desperate was the current flow
When hope sparked us all in one go
Dust flew in from the skies
Dust came in without any ties
Angels cried at our plight
Saddened at our darkened sight
So they gave us a boon,
Stardust, sparkling, in the heat of noon
Silvery, shiny, deep with hue
Lyrical, magical, it seemed not true
Those who did inhale the dust
Could do nothing except to let go of their lust
Life is meant to be lived
Life is meant not to be re-lived!
So, come, let us sing and dance
To the name of faith, in all abundance!
15 October 2012
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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