The Fallen Angels

By Banani Sikdar

Angels, best icons of innocence pure, beauty fragile,

Exquisite features, grace, holiness, simply superb profile.

Inherenty lightweight fragility, makes them suitably airy,

Something so adorable, sounds perfect, when termed Fairy.

Made by God, made for God, they sing and make merry,

In their Heavenly abode,far away from eyes ordinary.

A pair of luminous, designed wings, God gifted propeller,

To stay safe, protected,from demonic semblance of evil designer.

God sent angels on Earth, for finding the Abou Ben Adhems,God's chosen sons,

The angels, however, find no such Abou on Earth, but many Satans.

As a rule of the Earth, the angels blossom into plum youth,

Ignorant that , innocent feminine beauty is horsepower for minds filthy, uncouth.

Devils muse, feminity is such a ready, delicious platter,

So chase it, per home, yard, path, park, until barbecued in burning desire.

Lacking a pair of magic wings for timely escape or retreat,

The angels on Earth, are so terribly helpless, so easy to defeat.

Aren't, words like rape, abuse, molestation, regular newspaper features?

Alas!! Superman, Batman, Heman, Spiderman, are mere fantasy heroes, heightened beyond measures.

By Banani Sikdar