Standing In The Abaft In Front Of The Commodore's Cabin,
I Look Back Towards The Towed Wooden Raft Floating,
And I Am Smiling To Myself After Remembering,
How The Angel Was found, Liberated & Lost.
Yes, Sadly, She Went Away, Never To Return,
Probably Her World Was Way Too Cherishable,
And Comparing To Her World I Was So Perishable,
Now I Have Learnt That Angels Are So Very Unnatural.

Now I Know How The Angel Really Was,
She Was Actually Like A Wayward Wasp,
I Shed My Maverick Traits Falling For Her,
From The Heavens, I Fell Right For The Girl,
She Loved How My Burns Now Did Twirl,
Straight As A Baby But Now With A Curl,
My Voice She Loves Deep Inside Her Heart,
As If My Accident Has Re–Engineered Me.

Staring Up At The Plain, Lifeless Ceiling,
I Spend A Sleepless Night Alone Talking,
The Ceiling Says That It Is Never Falling,
And That Her I Should Finally Ignore,
But How Do I Ignore myself knowing,
For She Habitually Uttered Such - Lies,
I Had Been Such A Foolish Young Man,
Best Way To Moveon Is To Stop Feeling.

When I First Met The Angel,
She Was Very Much Youthful,
Carry She Did An Invisible Title,
Yes The Title Of The Most Beautiful,
But Now The Charm Has Just Faded,
All Her Love Was Everything But Real,
She's Immortal But Of Course Immoral,
Now Know About Her Grey Escapades.

That Angel Was Not A Real Angel,
Only A Faker From Every Angle,
What I Lost Is A Part Of Mine,
Some Money & Some Time,
I'll Regain The Bucks But Not My Moments,
Alone I must Parry Forwards With A Smile,
Not So Feeble It Should Span Over A Mile,
I Should Be Moving On As The Admiral.

She Just Always Wore Such Artificial Makeup,
Also Just Touching Up Her Previous Pictures,
Lightening Her Complexion Even If I Object,
So Much I Love Her Original Indian Colour,
Lusting After A Fair Colored Skin She Was,
And What's My Loss In Her Transiting Youth,
Is Just My Bickering According To The Angel.

She Is Long Gone Now & She Matters Not,
Would Her Own Image Ever Forgive Her,
Asking Now From That Celestial Mirror,
The Eyes She Would Never Stare Now,
Is The Pair Of Eyes Belonging To Her.

Hat Belonging To The Dress Man,
And Other Items She Had Worn,
Tiptop As A Dancer She Appeared,
Especially For Their College Fest,
Smallest Issues Saw Her Cousin Separated..

Knowing She Is Deep Inside Her Heart,
Righteous Moral Knowledge Absent,
Into A Never-Ending Pit She Falls,
Pitying Not Myself But I Know It,
Indians She Underestimates...