By Ather Yasmeen Nazir
Oh Allah! your blessing are countless.
Countless like the Pigeons and parrots flying in the sky.
One among those blessing os thr Angel that survives in the land.
Angel for us.
For the community.
& For the world as a whole.
That Angel waits untill i eat my supper.
Then, asks me to have some from her supper.
Warning is for those who insolently talk to her.
Her comliness attracts me.
Attracts you.
And attracts the whole world.
She touches my forehead after i do a lot of work.
But no one is there oh! God to touch her forehead.
When i feel some pain, she stays up all night.
Holds me tight.
But no one is going to ask who this Angel is!
We can call that Angel simply.
“MOTHER”
Give her the strength.
Give her the peace.
This is my prayer to thee my land.
(Author belongs to Watlar Ganderbal, 10th class Student of Radiant Public School Malla Bagh Srinagar)
