How old are you now, Sayang?

Suppose you are not too young

Life has taught you the Higher-Feelings

Not only the Coarser Arts of Life-Wheelings

An Angel is more sophisticate, more smart

Than any latest gadget in the Mart

You could never survive without one

But you never care, whereas it brings the Fun

Don't imagine them wearing white robes so clean

With a pair of wings and white beards so unseen

They are like cellphone waves, too fine to catch

They are Instruments of the Cosmic with Power to match

I was once standing face to face with one, me and my batch

Listen to your Angels!

We have some problems of Communication!

Because we have never tried it with Affection

First, try to mute those chatterings of the Mind

Focus on the Provident, so ever Loving, so kind

The dearest Spot on your Shell, so easy to find

You are opening the Window of Love

In your Memory, not in the Sky above

First you would enjoy the Peace

This alone, worths the Try, worths the Crease

Lastly, earnestly greet the Angel so fine

In the Memory, not in your confine

You are beating the Path inside you

It will span until it reaches the Outer You

If those were routinely, seriously, firmly set

The lines were ready to log-in to the Angels Net

Communicate! Listen to the answer of your question

Listen to your Angels! They are in Attention

They have been assisting you since your Conception