My attempt at poetry:

The Death of An Angel

Once in a cold evening,
I was walking all alone.
Blinded by mist and the veil of fog,
I somehow perceived a small outstretched hand
and a full voice spoke crying for help at a distance.

I sat beside the frail stranger.
Who was a minor lass covered in tattered rags.

There were drops of perspiration,
like dewdrops on her small forehead
and her swollen body was burningwith fever like hot embers in a
freshly doused fire.

With a sweet smile on her bereft face.
She asked me for some water to drink.
I went to fetch a cup of life to quench
her insatiable thirst.

But by the time I reached her.
She was gone, dead and lifeless.

My eyes shimmered with tears.
To perceive an innocent child
Die in such agony.

But than I thought why was I mourning?
As she was only a stranger of sorts.
I consoled myself by saying that,
She was gone, gone for good.

As she now could curtail the
Afflications of her weary life.
I ran, ran away from the corpse.

Than I saw a star shining in the distant sky.
And I felt that it has winked at me.
Yes, the little angel has become a star.
Which would stay eternal forever!!!!