When I meet the angel for the first time
I was not aware, who she was.

I asked, do you have match stick?
She nodded, side way.
I pretend, she might have said, “no”.

A thought triggered inside,
May be,
she was not understanding my way.

I used sign language, and
ask for the same.

She smiled,
and gave a burning candle.

I light the cigarette in hand,
inhaled 2 puffs

In ecstasy, then exhaled,
a white sky

She smiled,
all of a sudden she got lost,
in the new sky.