THE ANGEL IN DISGUISE

She was walking down the deserted street,
She staggered on as she’d had nothing to eat,
Leaving behind the footprints of her bleeding feet,
She moved on, her white hair dangling about,
Feeling the walls, trying to find her way out.
He stood, watching her helplessly from above,
Tears coming into his little dark brown eyes,
Wanting to help her but not knowing how,
He could hear her loud cries,
She cried out for some food,
She cried out for some shelter.
She went next to a door and stood,
And he could feel his vision going blur.
She felt her feet give away, and she fell to the ground,
He so wanted to help her, but fear kept him from doing so.
A drunk passerby looked at her misery and frowned,
Cursing her aloud, he gave her a blow,
The poor old lady let out a shriek,
As the drunk rascal ran down the street.
A number of people looked down, but none could speak,
She shouted and wailed at the onlookers,
They knew her, and they all knew she could do nothing wrong,
And they were sure; her son was to be blamed for this position of hers,
The child above wanting to help her, knew he was not that strong,
But he could not watch his grandmother suffer near the dirty drain,
Where she lay still on the cold bare earth,
Mosquitoes giving her body shelter, the body which no more felt pain,
He got up and moved, his little brown eyes filled with salty water,
He went and opened his father’s study room,
There sat the huge cruel monster,
The one who sent his own mother to be doomed.
The child slowly and steadily walked up to him,
Fear building up with each step that he took,
He knew his chances to convince him were very dim,
But he knew he could not just stand and look.
His father looked at him and gave a big smile,
The frightened child began to cry.
The child looked into his father’s eye and asked boldly,
‘Why did u beat grandma and send her out?’
His father just stared at him coldly,
Now, the child stood close to him wanting the answer to his doubt,
Unexpectedly the huge hand came down and slapped his little face,
Then the child heard a voice say, ‘I am the master of this place,
Everything will be as I want.’
The child’s mother entered and held him in her arms,
While the father, stormed out into the dark night which seemed calm.
He walked down the streets, his fists clenched,
The wind was blowing, bringing with it some awful stench.
Cursing everything as he walked ahead,
He slipped on the damp ground, falling on his head,
Everything had blacked out.
Just then, he felt two hands lifting him up,
Then he heard his mother asking him aloud,
‘Get up my child, are you hurt?’
Looking at her, tears filled his eyes,
His head was bleeding; still he could recognize the angel in disguise.
He got up, and both helped each other move,
And he fainted as they reached their home.
As he woke up in the morning he felt his health had improved,
And his mother lay near his bed all alone,
He tried to wake her up, but she would not,
Tears welled up in his eyes,
The emotions that he felt he could no longer hold,
As lying dead in front of him was his angel in disguise.