He Sits By My Side
by Hamza Ansari
A poem written from a naive 7 yr. old child's perspective.
A personification of Death makes itself visible to the little boy and the boy be-friends him, thinking he is an Angel.
I’m friends with an Angel, you know
He is big, long and wears a black cloak
He is not exactly like the one in pictures
But then again, this is reality and that is fictional
He walks with me side by side
No-one can see him but only I
When it starts raining, he protects me
From the rain, but always seems to leave
My head wet when he blows me dry
And when I fall sick, I really don't know why?
My Angel, who always sits by my side, has a glint in his eye.
And everytime when I get better, that glint goes
He gets sad but still, wherever I go he follows
Sometimes I try to talk to him but all he does is grunt
And boy, sometimes he can be so careless and so blunt
Like when I was crossing the road yesterday
A huge truck was coming my way
It was coming fast and I got scared but,
My Angel jumped in-between me and the truck
He pushed me to the side by his hand
And into a wall I crashed
And because I broke my leg
I’m lying here in my bed
My Angel is sitting by my side
But what I don’t understand is why
Does he have a glint in his eye?
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