Thoughts of an Angel
I wrote this poem when we played the 'Angel game' (Dec 2005). To give a short description, we prepare chits containing names of all players in the game, and each one becomes an Angel to the person (ward) whose name appears on the chit he/she picks. Thus we have as many angel-ward pairs as there are players in the game. Everyone is an angel to someone and a ward to someone else. The idea is, Angels do all they can(anonymously) to keep their wards happy , while the wards are brooding as to who their angel might be, when they are not busy enjoying the gifts :) Needless to say, some players act as fake angels, and mislead someone else's ward, by giving false clues as to who their real angel might be! At the end of the game, each one tries to guess their Angel correcly, perhaps from the nature of gifts, and the (oft misleading:) language their Angel uses in mails/letters.
Here i am, but a singing bard
out to guard my very own ward
does she dance, or does she sing?
or ask for just a golden ring?
Does she draw, or does she sketch?
or sleep for long hours at a stretch?
These things do bother me no end
do they trouble you too, my friend?
how do i find her favourite thing?
spy, investigate, then buy and bring
then finally she should like it or
needless to say, I’m done for
I can't solve problems such as these
they sting like scorpions, antz and bees
I think and think,but all in vain
and drop some ink and cause a stain
the problem though is still out there
while i'm pulling out all my hair
my work's stopped and research stalled
but i rejoice and see, i'm not yet bald.
Finally the solution comes to my mind
Happiess and joy, atlast I find.
As my problems take birth and evolve
it's up to MY angel to sit and solve
While i just sit and have some fun
my angel would would extract his/her own gun
and tackle my worries with utmost care
and restore to normalcy all my hair
My angel will find all my ward's likes
be it chocolates or just salary hikes
i leave you here to sing and dance
is my ward a 'he' by chance ?
out to guard my very own ward
does she dance, or does she sing?
or ask for just a golden ring?
Does she draw, or does she sketch?
or sleep for long hours at a stretch?
These things do bother me no end
do they trouble you too, my friend?
how do i find her favourite thing?
spy, investigate, then buy and bring
then finally she should like it or
needless to say, I’m done for
I can't solve problems such as these
they sting like scorpions, antz and bees
I think and think,but all in vain
and drop some ink and cause a stain
the problem though is still out there
while i'm pulling out all my hair
my work's stopped and research stalled
but i rejoice and see, i'm not yet bald.
Finally the solution comes to my mind
Happiess and joy, atlast I find.
As my problems take birth and evolve
it's up to MY angel to sit and solve
While i just sit and have some fun
my angel would would extract his/her own gun
and tackle my worries with utmost care
and restore to normalcy all my hair
My angel will find all my ward's likes
be it chocolates or just salary hikes
i leave you here to sing and dance
is my ward a 'he' by chance ?
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