Some angel would descend<\/p>\n
Many times I have not lived
\nAs much I wished
\nIn a glass house
\nBut then every now and then I lost my way
\nSome angel would descend to show me
\nWhere to go
\nHow to be a strenuous stickler for the hopes
\nThat many nurtured through the oars
\nI sculpted out of wood
\nOf an old tree
\nUnder which we had played once
\nWithout any fears and doubts
\nWhich now has turned into a boat
\nAnd oars
\nNow, either come on board, ride the waves
\nAnd surrender to the swings of streams
\nOr just sink
\nSwallow
\nAnd then quietly descend on the bed
\nOf a deep river
\nSo that fishes could live,
\nAnd make the water clean<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Some angel would descend Many times I have not lived As much I wished In a glass house But then every now and then I lost my way Some angel would descend to show me Where to go How to be a strenuous stickler for the hopes That many nurtured through the oars I sculpted … <\/p>\n